Haunted House For Sale
From: Mel (Meldog1973@comcast.net) Story type: Ghost Location: Easton, Massachusetts Source: Form Submission
By no means am I a stranger to weird occurrences, but this time was different. I was always aware of the presences in my own home (family members, mostly) and I've seen/heard/smelled some pretty freaky things in the past.
I was buying my first home - my husband and step daughter and I. This was March/April of this year. We had looked at about 20 houses to that point (I guess I'm picky, we looked at a total of 40-something before settling on a great 126 year old colonial). This house was on a dead end, dirt road in a VERY nice town in Massachusetts and was a pretty reasonable price (if housing prices can be called that these days!!). Two bedroom, two bath, full basement, 1/2 acre... sweet! It was charming from the outside and needed some work on the inside - a fixer-upper, but completely livable as is!
Let me preface this further by saying that we had a system for checking out houses - first floor, second floor, then basement. I hadn't really noticed it before we saw this house, we didn't plan it that way, but that's what we had always done for some reason. I'm glad it did happen that way, though. If I had been paying attention to my inner voice, I would have realized from the first step inside that something was very, very wrong...
We arrived at this house on a cool day in March, almost into April. Trees were thinking of blooming, but hadn't quite made it yet. We walked around a bit outside while our realtor (also a friend of ours) found the lockbox and let us in. My step daughter went in first and she shot right up the stairs. My husband followed her. I stood at the door and thought - that's strange... we've never gone upstairs first... well, ok, what the heck, right? I followed. By the time I got to the top of the stairs, my family and the realtor were already in one of the bedrooms and pulling down the stairs that lead to the attic. My husband was 1/2way up the stairs! He went up, my step daughter went up, and even I went up. It was empty, a nice large space for storage. I looked down the ladder at our realtor and started feeling dizzy. I figured it was from the odd angle and the height. I started to sweat and felt even more light headed and said "I need to get down NOW." They all thought I was claustrophobic or something, I'm sure, and honestly, so did I! I felt really stupid too. I was nauseous - VERY nauseous and dizzy. I went outside and got some air. The second I stepped outside I felt better. I said to myself "You ninny!" and took a walk outside to check out the grounds. Everyone came out to check on me, and we continued our tour of the house - the first floor, the basement.
Still, I thought nothing of what happened upstairs. In the basement, there was some sort of chart taped to one of the poles, with a picture of an old, old man with a walker. It looked like an exercise chart. Our assumption was that an older person (or couple) lived in the house and passed on, leaving the house for sale.
I lingered in the basement while everyone else went back upstairs for a second look at the bedrooms and attic. I made my way back up and as soon as I entered that bedroom again, a certain dread washed over me. I felt as if I would collapse right there and then. I grabbed the doorjamb to keep myself up and ran out of the house to throw up (telling them all what was happening on the way down the stairs). I got outside and gagged a couple of times, but never vomited (thank GOD). Again, the fresh air helped, but this time, I was shaking, afraid, nauseous and dizzy.
My husband had been with me long enough to know that this house was officially OFF our list - very sad to say the least and I felt TERRIBLE about it, but there was something VERY wrong with that house, and it drew us all up to the attic the minute we unlocked the door.
I slipped back into the realtors car, still trying to get a hold of myself and my guts and everyone else got in. My husband asked me if I was OK, the answer was definitely NO. And, the further we got from the house, the better I felt. It took a good 1/2 hour, but I was finally feeling better. The realtor said "Great house, huh? You wanna put an offer in?" and my hubby said "No." I thought the realtor would crash; he said "NO??" and hubby again said "No." We eventually explained it to him, and he thought I was nuts, but my family who knows me and has shared some experiences with me knew that what I felt was some sort of malevolent spirit residing in that house.
We last checked last month (July) and the house was still for sale. All I know is I'm glad I didn't buy it!!