18 Stories From People Who Lived In A Haunted House

From Redditor /u/Economy_Cactus:

When I was younger, I used to take naps upstairs but by the time I was eight years old, I absolutely REFUSED to go upstairs. The upstairs had two large closet... They ran from one side of the upstairs all the way to the other side on both sides. It was essentially a crawl space that was maybe 30 feet long.

It started one day when a friend and I went crawling from one side to the other with flashlights like kids normally do. Then I saw a girl, sitting there, in the corner acting like she wanted to play with us.

I know a lot of people say when they see a ghost they aren't scared. Just interested. Nope, I was beyond terrified. This girl looked normal, had blonde hair, a nice dress, and seemed friendly. I stayed silent, kept crawling behind my friend and got out of the closet. Told him what I saw in there, he said he didn't see it, but felt like he didn't want to go back in.

Then my parents would occasionally send me upstairs to get something and when I would get up there I would see the doors swing open. As if they were trying to get me to come inside. I would lose toys and wouldn't be able to find them anywhere. Suddenly, my parents would be fishing Christmas presents out of the attic and we would find some of my toys in there.

I remember being eight years old, my parents are asleep still in the morning and I leashed up my dog to go take on the monster in the attic. My dog, usually up for anything refused to go off the top step into the attic.

My parents never believed me with all the weird things that happened in that house. I would get blamed for things that happened all over the house. Leaving lights on, toys all over, things I knew I didn't do.

Well, anyway we move out of there when I was 10. Not a week passes before the new owners call us up and ask if the house is haunted. There daughter sleeps upstairs, she says that she has been playing with a blonde haired girl at night.

My parents laughed at how crazy these new homeowners must be. To make an already long story short, the girl started appearing in other parts of the house for them (they kept in contact with us). They would look over while watching TV and see the girl sitting on their daughters lap, etc. They looked up on the computer the past owners of the house, found an old dress maker that lived there and yep, a picture of the little girl wearing one of the ladies dresses.

From Redditor /u/Twigsnapper:

My uncle's house out on a very eastern part of NY was said to be haunted... [The old stableman] and the maid were said to have haunted the place. We always used to joke that you would hear people or things moving at night but since the house is so old, we used to just laugh it off.

My uncle's friend had her and her sister stay over [at] the house one night and the friend noticed a maid bringing towels down the stairs when she woke. She saw the maid again, bringing what looked like a percolator, down the stairs. She was so impressed by my uncle hiring staff (he is a neurologist in NYC, so he had a habit of spending a little bit extra). She went back to bed and woke up later downstairs to see my uncle and his friend just chatting.

She asked where the maid went and she thought that the maid was cooking breakfast. My uncle had no idea what she was talking about and asked what she looked like. The sister explained and he laughed. Walked her to the living room and pointed to an old picture. She said that was the woman.

My uncle replied, "Yea, she has been dead for about 100 years."

From Redditor /u/lunchesandbentos:

One Saturday morning, my husband was on his computer in another room, I'm in the apartment playing with a Tamagotchi app on my iPad when I heard the stereo sitting in front of me click on and a girl's voice started talking from it. I thought he controlled the stereo from his computer so I ignored it because he often puts on music to work out before class started (he teaches the morning class). I do remember thinking, "What kind of weird indie music is he listening to anyway?" because the voice just said "Hi, my name is (I thought I heard Katie but I'm not 100% sure because I wasn't paying attention), I am ___ years old... I'm from ____..." etc. I didn't catch the specifics because I wasn't really listening, but that went on for about two or three minutes until it suddenly went, "Something's hurting me." And when I caught that, I looked up and squinted at the stereo... 

"Something's killing me. Something killed me."

At this point the hair is standing on the back of my neck and I'm getting up from the couch to take a closer look. "Please, someone tell my parents, tell the teachers, tell the corrections officer..." at the word "corrections officer" I just bolt into the other room and start yelling at my husband and cursing him out because I was certain he was playing a trick on me. Told him, "We don't f*cking play jokes about dead people." And he's of course looking at me like WTF? When he finally calms me down long enough to get what I heard out of me and what I was accusing him of, he told me it was impossible and led me to the stereo. It's not plugged in. I thought maybe the stereo picked up the signals from an ebook or something.

From Redditor /u/1LT_0bvious: 

I was a teenager at the time, and I was instant messaging my girlfriend with my webcam turned on. I had the viewer up, so that I could see myself in the webcam. Behind me, there was the stairs leading up (left of camera view) and the entrance to the living room (right of camera view). My younger sister would typically fall asleep every night on the couch in front of the TV and make her way up to bed in the middle of the night.

At one point in my webcam view, I saw my sister leave the living room and go up the stairs. The thing that struck me as odd was that I didn't hear anything. It was an older Victorian house, so the wooden floor and stairs were loud. Without saying anything to my girlfriend, I got up and looked into the living room and there was my sister passed out on the couch. I sat back down and asked my girlfriend if she had seen anything in my camera. She said, "Yeah, I just saw your sister go upstairs."

From Redditor /u/TheToenailCollector: 

I lived in [a haunted house] when I was a teen, along with my parents...

One day I was underneath my truck, which was supported by only a jack, (stupid, I know). I was in the middle of working on it, with no good reason to get out at that moment. Suddenly [I had the] overwhelming urge to get out from underneath. No sooner than I got out, the truck fell to the ground, the jack had slipped. Freaked dad out, he thought I was under it. When mom got home, we mentioned it, and she started crying, sobbing pretty hard. It turns out the previous owner died in the driveway, under a vehicle, in that spot.

I would often see moving shadows, and strangely hear music from the upstairs area. The windows of the old house were caulked shut, and blackbirds would often get caught between the panes. We ended up replacing all the windows but we had to break three inside panes to get them out. One of the more disturbing things happened when my mother was cooking breakfast, she turned away to get something out of the cabinet and when she turned back around, all the forks set out were bent straight up.

From Redditor /u/ragxdoll:

My father-in-law [passed] before my son was born, so he never meet him. When we moved into our new home, my son would often be laughing in the middle of the night by himself. No biggie, kids will play with anything.

One day, we were finally putting pictures up in the house and once I put up the picture of my father-in-law, he said "Oh mommy, why do you have a picture of the man that comes and play with me at night?"

He had never ever seen a picture of my father-in-law before.