I would like to know if anyone has experienced a haunting??? In your house. one that has nearly driven you out

I lived in a house where some...rather interesting things happened. It wasn't enough to nearly drive us out. It did drive us out.

To answer your questions first:

*How old was the house? I'm not sure. The wife of the couple we were renting from said that her family had owned and lived in the house for all of her life. So at least 60-70 years.

*How old was I? I had just turned 15.

*What was the history of the house? After having some unusual experience in the house we had asked the owners if anything weird had ever happened there, or if someone had by chance died in the house. They looked at us strangely but said that nothing strange had ever happened to them and that no one had ever died there. I started talking to a friend from school about our experiences in the house and this friend told me that I needed to talk to this other guy, Danny, that used to live in the house before us. I guess some pretty strange things had happened to him and his family too, and they moved out. I asked Danny and he confirmed the story. He said that a lot of weird things had happened to him and his family, but they weren't too bad. Just really weird. They would see things (particularly a black figure) and they always felt like they were being watched. Other than that, nothing really happened. But it was enough that made them feel uncomfortable in the house and they wanted out.

*How did me and my family deal with it? At first we just chalked it up to our imaginations. We'd see something or something would come up missing, but we were always too scared to say something to anyone else. Eventually when "things" started happening to ALL of us, we knew it wasn't just or imaginations. And when things started happening more regularly and getting worse, we finally moved.

*Was I believed? Yes. Especially when I wasn't the only one experiencing things.

And now to my story...

It was June 1, 1996 when my family finally completed our move to our new house. Even though we had spent the last week or two packing and moving things from the old house to the new house, I had never stepped foot in the house until that day. The moment I stepped foot into that house though....I instantly had a bad feeling. I can't describe the feeling exactly, only that something didn't feel right and I just knew for some reason that bad things were in store. Call it a sense of foreboding I guess, but as soon as I entered the house I wanted to leave immediately and never return. It was like being hit by a wall of bricks. I just stood there temporarily stunned. But everyone was so happy about the new house--picking out their rooms and deciding where each piece of furniture was going to go-- that I didn't want to say anything and ruin the mood. I tried to join in and be happy about the move and I tried to push the eerie feeling aside, but it stayed with me. Trying to convince myself that it was only me, I said nothing about it to my family.

That night that we completed our move, my dad passed away. It was the only night that I ever recall sleeping peacefully in that house. It may sound strange, but I felt as though my dad was with us on that night that he died, and that night only.

At first the things that happened while we lived in the house were minor. There would be times that one of us would be alone in the house and would feel like we were being watched. Or one of us would see a black figure from the corner of our eye, but it would be gone when we'd look in that direction. Occasionally things would come up missing, but with five people living in the same house and the house being pretty large, we figured someone else had moved the item or just misplaced it.

One day I was sitting on our couch reading a book when I had to get up for something in another room. I left the book on the arm of the couch, open to save my place. Minutes later I came back, only to find my book was gone. I checked under the couch, checked under all the couch cushions and even flipped the couch over to make sure I hadn't accidentally knocked it off and kicked it underneath. But nothing. I retraced all my footsteps just to make sure I hadn't taken the book with me, but still nothing. Thinking one of my younger siblings had taken it to be funny, I went after each of them and asked them to kindly return my book. None of them had it and they each said they hadn't seen it. I gave up on my search.

I think it was exactly two weeks later when I walked into the living room and lo and behold, there was my book. It was on the arm of the couch, open to the same page I had left off at, as though I had just walked away from it. No one in my family could have put it there because I was the only person in the house at the time.

We all had things that came up missing from time to time while we lived in the house. Some things were small things that could have easily gotten lost, other things weren't so easy to explain. Sometimes things would turn up missing and mysteriously reappear later on, sometimes we'd never see them again.

One of the weirdest things about the house was the cold. It was summer time and we had to crank up the heat. But no matter how high we put the heater on, the house stayed cold inside.

No one could ever really sleep peacefully in that house. We'd go to sleep and wake up the next morning feeling as though we'd been awake for days. And everyone was afraid to take showers because it always felt like someone (or something) was watching.

And my brother's room....My brother had the smallest bedroom in the house. We would close the door that connected his room to the bathroom to keep the heat in, but his bedroom was always freezing. The door was really hard to open and close because the linoleum underneath it was warped. So to close or open the door you had to lift up on it. Anytime we left the house we would close his door to try to keep the heat in his room. When we would come home that door would be open. With the amount of trouble that we sometimes had in closing the door, there was no way that the door could have just swung open.

These things kept happening, but no one really said much about it. I think at first we wanted to believe that it was just our imaginations, but then things started happening more frequently. More and more things started coming up missing and not always turning back up. The black figure that we would occasionally see from the corner of the eye was seen more and more often. And was seen for longer periods of time then just the usual blink of the eye.

We had two cats at the time and neither cat wanted to stay in the house. When we tried bringing them in the house they started acting weird. They were always jumpy and in a hurry to be put outside.

There was one incident that finally drew the last straw, that involved me and me alone. I faked sick and asked my mom if I could stay home so that I could finish a 10-page mythology report I had due. My mom went off to work, my brother and sisters went off to school, and I started writing the rough draft for my report. I wrote out the rough draft, pulled out my typewriter and started typing it up when I noticed just how cold the house was. I tried to ignore the cold, thinking that I was feeling a draft of cold air from the window behind me that I had broken. I continued typing up my report, when a cold draft of air hits me. Still thinking that it was because of the broken window, I got up to turn on the heater. The thermostat said it was 85 degrees. So I just went back to typing my report, hoping maybe the heater was in need of repair.

I was sitting there typing my report for several minutes when I see something out of the corner of my eye in my bedroom. Intent on finishing my report, I ignore it. Several minutes later I feel something touch the back of my neck. Something cold. Suddenly another draft of cold air hits me, this time strong enough to knock all my papers on the floor. Bending over to pick up my papers, I see something out of the corner of my eye again. Briefly I see something in the reflection of my TV. It looked like the black figure that we had all seen on numerous occasions. I tried to ignore this too and go back to typing my report. I type out half a page of my report when something dawns on me. There is no way that any air could possibly be coming in from the window. I had put thick plastic over the window and it was sealed so tight that air couldn't have been coming through.I try not to think about it and move back to my report.

I get back to typing and suddenly the TV in my room turns on. I look into the bedroom. I see the remote control for the TV on my bed. I hadn't sat on the remote control and accidentally turned the TV. The TV turns off almost as quickly as it came on. Praying to myself that my imagination was on overdrive, I start typing my report again. And then I see something from the corner of my eye again. I look into my bedroom and this time there was no mistaking it. The black figure was standing in my room. I could only see the reflection of it in the TV, but it was there. Scared sh*tless, I run to the door with my eyes closed and close the door. I immediately grab the phone up and call my mom at work. While I was waiting for the front desk to connect me to my mom, I could hear the TV in my room turn on again. By the time my mom got on the phone I was so hysterical that she couldn't understand me. I think the only thing she did understand was me screaming that we needed to get out of the house, now.

She picked me up and took me to work with her. I sat in her car for around five hours, crying the entire time. I refused to go back into that house. I didn't even want to go back into the house to collect my belongings. They could have stayed there for all I cared. That day we looked for another house and moved soon after. It takes a lot to scare me and a lot to make me cry. I was scared sh*tless. Unfortunately, that wasn't the first of my scares, nor the last....

Before I was a Buddhist, I used to experiment with the occult, not Satanism but Odin-ism.

I was alone in a flat, when a friend dropped by for me to do a Rune reading for him.

As the evening wore on my friend asked if I would do a Ouija board using the Runes instead of Tarots.

I agreed so for an hour I tried to summon any spirits to what seemed, no avail.

Yet soon as my friend left, the temperature of my flat seemed to drop even though the heating was fully on max (in winter time)

There seemed to be a sinister ambiance which had replaced the jovial atmosphere.

I thought nothing of it and went to bed, as usual smoking my last Cigarette, for the night.

I know I was awake because I was staring at a poster of mine, when I felt a force pushing my head back, to slam against the head board.

I did not feel anything touch my skin, but I felt a strong force pushing my head backwards.

Immediately I jumped out of bed and checked my flat for any intruder but of course there was no one except me in the flat.

I now no longer do Rune readings due to this unexplainable phenomena.

At the time I was twenty eight years old, living in a flat that was no more than twenty five years old.

My family believed that I must have been drunk or smoking pot,

but my friend when I told him said that he had felt a strange sensation whilst leaving my flat.

I believe I had a ghost or at least general eerie-ness in this house (i called it 'fight club house') I stayed in by myself just two years ago. I was 30-31 yrs old. For a while I thought the weird noises and other oddities were just my imagination going wild because I was there by myself (of course i've lived alone in apartments before with no similar problems).

The wind would catch one of three chimneys a certain way and make a howl- that's creepy but not unusual or unpredictable just annoying. What -was- weird was the fact that sometimes lights would acausally (sporadically) turn on and off by themselves as if there were shorts in the wires, sometimes water would go ice cold for no reason during a long shower then be very hot again (as if there were three other showers that suddenly turned on the hot and then off again). Some parts of the house there would be a very sudden and stark drop in temperature and get cold and you felt like someone was watching you. Those areas also on two occasions had unexplainable water with no apparent source of condensation. Since the house was on a concrete slab, it's not implausable that there was a pressurized water source underneath the house that was leaking back UPwards causing a swamp-cooler type condensation cooling effect. My scientific mind to work.

Strange shadows of movement and an unexplainable knocking would happen that I explained away as squirrels but it was not squirrels. It could be the house foundation cracking from a giant oak tree root from a tree growing too closely to the house. Again my scientific mind to work.

Once I felt someone touch my neck while I was laying in bed trying to sleep and on several occasions I'd have strange dreams particular to certain odd features of the house- that were always the same- about phantom library and cellar that used to be there.

How did I deal with it?

I got naked, walked around the house in the dark while begging the ghost to do perverted, intimate things with me...I figured it could be a win win. Then I went around the house acting crazy and laughing like i'm deranged. The thinking behind this is that if ghosts are anything like real people then they share a similar psychology and would respond to this behavior in the same way as humans. At any rate, I think I scared the ghosts away making them so disgusted that it actually did seem to affect a change. Afterwards my place seemed much more comfortable. Maybe that change was only in my head, but the idea is that you present yourself as so awful that the ghosts don't want to interact with you ever and they go away.

I lived in a house once that was over 100 yrs old. We had to move out only because the place that owned it, we rented, they sold it out from under us for a bank to be built on the land.... anyways.

Occasionally when no one else was around, doors would slam shut on their own. Also pictures we had on the wall would skew themselves. By which i mean would just tip slightly to the side being "unstraight". But, only the living pics would do this, the pics of the dead relatives would stay straight. Weirdest thing i've ever seen.

We just stayed there and told folks about it. Whether they believed us or just humored us i'll never know. And we never... I never knew the history of the house.

I was around 16-17yr/o i think. And I saw the doors slam and the pictures after they skewed. My mom and her husband also saw it. None of us saw the pics actually moving, but thats my story.

When I was very little I used to have an imagine friend that I called Colin, I used to tell my mum that he was very little because he had a dummy in his mouth and that he cryed a lot, I must have been about 7 when i moved out of home my mum told me that the people that lived in the house before us were not very nice people and that all there children had been taken into care except one a little boy that fell from what would have been my bedroom window his mum would lock all the children in the one bed room with this old mattress and Colin had claimed up on to the window cill and fell.

When my sister and I first moved into our house, things used to vanish and re-appear, either upstairs, downstairs or in draws, it was weird, but not scary, gradually it stopped over the years.

The strangest thing was the damp patch at the top of the stairs, we changed carpet, checked floorboards for a leak, no pipes near it and the outside wall to see if it was coming in from outside. We knew the daughter of the previous owner and ask her if she could check with parents if they had any idea why it was happening. She told us that it was the favourite spot for their while alsation, who had recently died...seems that the damp spot started when the dog died.....maybe he came home, I like animals and I always thought he was just keep guard for us girls, sometimes this spot feel a bit cold, but the dampness has gone, maybe its wishful thinking on part he is still there, but as her Dad has now died, maybe he has gone back to his owner.

No-one believes us, but I don't care, not sure how I would cope with scary ghost. Hope you are not having trouble.

Oh and like you have two adopted cats, Big Cat and Little Cat, and and kitten first called Hissing Sid, but now know has Fidget! the lady that owned him had cancer and had to find him a new home, prior to these three it was Howler and the Other One!

I have a story.

We lived right next to a cemetery with graves dating 1700s to present. We have a couple dead relatives in there. Anyways, right after we built our house (brand new), the radio would turn itself on and play some weird music(not in English- we are in Central Wisconsin-there isn't anything but country and classic rock stations). We also had a door coming in from our garage. This door had a deadbolt on it. 4 nights in a row, we found the door open with the dead bolt still locked. My mom freaked and brought in our outside dog, Max. At 2am, he was in my parents room (right off the garage door) and woke my mom up by growling. He NEVER growls, and hasn't before or since that time. Sure enough, my mom got up and found the door open and the deadbolt locked. She was fed up, and believes in ghosts, so yelled out the door- "Come in if you want but just close the damn door!" We never had a problem with the door being open again :)

In the late 1970s when I was about 9 years old, we moved into a council house (a house rented from the local authority for you Americans out there) that had been built in the 1960s. Downstairs at the back there was a pantry, a coal hole and a set of two back doors, a big heavy one outside and a lighter one on the interior. These faced North, and had no heating and were always very cold even in summer, but because no sun ever shone there nobody thought anything of that.

After a few weeks my Mother was furious because she couldn't find her can opener (in the 1970s and being working class nearly everything we ate came from cans or packets!). Myself and my father searched the kitchen high and low, and my Mother said if it wasn't found we were having cheese sandwiches for tea whether we liked it or not. It wasn't found, and my Mother went into the cupboard for the cheese (didn't have a fridge then!) only to be confronted by the can opener. My Father, who had looked in that cupboard, received a severe reprimand from my Mother but swore he hadn't seen it in there.

Kitchen utensils would disappear and reappear in odd locations such as the pantry and the understairs cupboard. Half-jokingly we said we had a ghost and called it "Fred".

One day my Mother couldn't find her cigarettes and looked all over for them. This being a Saturday Morning I was sent to the shop to get 20 more (yes, it was done in the 70s) and returned to find my Mother smoking. She had found her ciggies in the bedroom. My Mother never smoked in bed and still doesn't, so how they'd come to be there was a mystery. We blamed Fred.

Shortly after the ciggy incident my Mother and I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and assumed it was my Father coming down after a bath. The door to the living room was at the bottom of the stairs and so after stepping off the last step you could open the door almost immediately. This time the door didn't open, and so my Mother assumed my Father had gone into the kitchen (which was opposite) to make a cup of tea. My Father was notorious for not making anybody else one when he did, so my Mother went to the Kitchen to tell him to make one for us too, except that at the foot of the stairs she heard my Father splashing around still in the bath. Thereafter small objects would disappear downstairs and reappear upstairs and vice versa.

One day my Mother and the neighbour were in the kitchen when the outside back door opened by itself. a couple of seconds later the inside door opened too. It was a windy day, and that got the blame. my Mother shut both doors and sat down again, and the same thing happened. So she shut both doors again and as she sat down the doors opened. Having had enough she locked the outside door and shut the inner and sat down again. The back door lock was an iron mortice worked by a latch, you couldn't unlock it from outside, but somehow a couple of minutes later the outside back door swung open again and so did the inner. The lock wasn't broken, but the latch had been turned. The neighbour made excuses and left.

We left that house in 1981 and moved into a terrace but we hadn't been there long when the same sort of things started happening, and we half-jokingly said that Fred had come with us.

Frequently we heard footsteps on the landing although nobody ever saw anything. the terrace house had a cellar and things would often fall off the shelves for no reason. We got used to it and didn't bother to go down to find out what had been toppled this time unless it was a really loud noise.

In 1983, when I was Fifteen, we moved to a semi-detached house and once again there was a repeat of these occurences and my Mother actually saw an apparition upstairs which she described as a man in a flat cap, wearing a scarf and a long coat.

Our dog would often growl at thin air, and the neighbours frequently said someone had been in our garden whilst we were all out. Once we found a set of muddy footprints on the path. Again we called the "ghost" Fred and largely ignored it. 1985 saw a move to another terrace where Fred had apparently followed us, and in 1988 I moved away and Fred continued unabated although nobody ever saw anything again. IN 1992 my parents moved to a large detached house but Fred apparently didn't follow. My parents sold or gave away all of the furniture that they had had for years and got all new for the new house. Some of the stuff they had had was second-hand when they bought it, and I often wondered if "Fred" was more than just a figment of our imaginations and if so, rather than being attached to a house or a family, was he attached to one of the pieces of furniture they got rid of? I suppose it's a nice idea, but we'll never know.

I have never had a haunting, but my Daughter used to babysit for a friend of a freind.

one night she phoned me in a terrible state and begged me to come up to the flat, when i got there i asked what was the problem, and just then the baby's pram started to move on its own, not just move but actually moved about three feet.

then the t.v. switched it self off and on again.

i grabbed my Daughter and the baby and fled, it was awful i never allowed my Daughter to babysit there again.

The flat is about 75 years old, my Daughter was sixteen at the time, and it frighted the life out of us.

yes i think people belived it, but i didnt realy care we knew it was true.

It started on it 9 years ago. We built our house near Stones River (Civil War battlefield). I have lived in 8 differnt places since and he is still around. He does not show himeself but maybe 3 times for me. They follow you around ya know. I have never tried to get of him, he does not bother me...too bad. A door might sway or the channels change on their own. I actually think it is cool as hell. I think it started with the ouji board b/c we lived in the houde for 4 years before anything and I got a board for Xmas and I played with by myself and I think that is what did it. But I'm fine with it all!

well, in the house i live in now there is. couple of nights ago when me and my husband were in the living room, a cup from the shelf above the sink in the kitchen just flew out and crashed against the sliding door!

Also, our dog seems to chase something that runs along the base of the walls.