When I was eight years old, my family bought this old bar. The man we bought it from sold it for about half the price it was worth. My family didn't care though so we bought the place. We unpacked our stuff and started to make the place a little more like home. On the main floor was where the bar was held and on the 2nd floor was where we lived.
Every thing was fine until one day, when me and my younger brother were upstairs playing in our room when the room become a chilly cold. We noticed it right away and told our mom. She checked the heating and it was working. Later on, me and my brother kept seeing this old man sitting on the window panel smoking a cigar.
Other happenings also happened. When you went into the bar area late at night, you will see young girl walking around whispering to herself. After a few more years we moved out of that house and never mentioned it again. I am 13 now and did a little researched on that bar. It was built in 1902 and the old man and his daughter lived there after his wife died. They lived there for years until he murdered his daughter for frolicking with a local man and then shot himself in his room (me and my brothers room)!