These are some of the stories that my parents have told me about since I was little. Enjoy!
If you read my first story then you know how my old house is. Well I was maybe a year old, and one of my dads relatives had gotten married, and they had a dance. My uncle and aunt didn't want to stay long so my dad gave them the keys to our house and told them to go ahead and sleep in the guest room. So they got there and went to bed. Around midnight maybe, they said that they heard the front door open and footsteps walking in the hallway. The next morning, when they where eating breakfast, they had told my parents that they were surprised that they got in early because they weren't expecting them to. My parents looked at them and told them that they had just got in about a few hours ago. After that, my uncle and aunt had never stayed at our house again.
My dads grandma had passed away before I was born (I have a little brother). Well my mom had told us that my brother would be in the living room and look into what use to be my room, and play peek-a-boo with someone not there. One day my dad was asking him what was he doing or who he was playing with, and my brother ignored him and kept playing. Well my dad had looked in the room, and saw his grandma, and he was like "ok your playing with grandma" but then he realized that she was dead.
We use to rent off our old house that belonged to the landlord that has been up since his great grandparents lived in it and hes a very old man. My mom has told me that right after her and my father had gotten married, she would be at home alone and she would hear the washer start whenever she wasn't doing the laundry, or she would hear the dishes fall and break. She would even walk in the room and things would be put up and cleaned.
These stories really interested me in the house but I've never gone back to it. Hope ya'll enjoyed them