| I bought a home in Gig Harbor. The old folks who lived there before were in constant fright, but I thought they were just strange. They were happy to sell the home, but no one from the immediate area would even look at it, I later found out that there were stories about the house.
I moved in and there was a cold, fearful feeling from the up stairs. I slept downstairs on the couch for about two weeks. I would hear loud noises, and frightening sounds, nothing even close to house settling (especially since the house was built in the turn of the century and was nearly 100 years old, it had settled plenty). I finally yelled at the upstairs "this is my house! I'm not leaving! So we will just have to live together!!".
Things seemed to subside. I bought a dog about a month later. Shortly afterwards, you could hear two distinct sounds at night. One was the sound of a woman's long heavy skirt rustling on the floor, the second was the sound of the wood burning stove open, and close, and open, and close. But I never used it and no drafts were blowing down it because I didn't even have a chimney hooked to it. It was for looks only, as far as I was concerned. I would lay there in fear.
A few weeks of this went by, and I could then hear footsteps at night coming up stairs. I thought this was odd, since the upstairs was an add-on, but they seemed to be up there when I moved in. One night, my dog and I were sound asleep, it must have been nearly 1:00 AM and my dog lept
into the air with a scream, just as if you had smacked him hard in
his sleep. That was the last straw. I yelled, "you can take me on,
but you leave my dog alone!!!!". It never happened again.
Over the next two years I did several renovations. The same thing
would happen every time, for example, I was putting in a new garbage
disposal and all of my tools were right in front of me. I used each
and was struggling with the task and not leaving the project until I
finished. I brought my head out from under the sink, to find my pipe
wrench gone. I yelled out, as usual, "bring it back" I would then
walk away and come back later to find the tool laying in front of
where I was doing the project.
On one day, I was deciding how I could make the woodshop more
useable. The shop was the old man's work area, it was the oddest
thing, something caught my attention, and I looked outside to see a
scene like it was out of the twenties, nothing like the current. I
shook it off and thought I must be losing it. I said, "I won't
change a thing" and kept my word.
On several other occasions I was sitting in an area that I had
restored to it's original brick sitting area, and you could feel the
intense peace that was associated with the area. It was apparent I
had done the right thing. The last and final episode was one of
shear horror. I came home from work, I turned on the television. I
was in the kitchen and decided to step out into the family area to
change the channel. I pointed the remote at the television and was
scanning, but something caught my attention. A "dark cloud of smoke"
would best describe what came through the room, and I froze at the
sight. It was early fall. I didn't have a fire or even a barbeque
going. I had no idea what this was!!! As I stood there, it passed
through my left side and my arm and then continued on and went
through the wall. When "it" went through my arm my arm felt ice
cold. I stood there for the longest time frozen in time and fear and
my mouth wide open. I had never heard of such a thing.
When the day finally came to move, the house was to be torn down
and I heard terrible things that made me want to leave even sooner.
The house was not torn down and nothing will ever take me back to
that home. I enjoy telling the stories, but I appreciate my new
home, but it seems as though I have woken something up here as well.
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