myfurrypanda wrote:
Not that Anky wrote:
I definitely believe in something. When I was little we lived in an old house and the animals would always be staring at nothing, either wagging their tails/purring, or growling/hissing. There were secret passages that led to the servants quarters in the attic. One of the secret entrances was in my closet. It scared the shit out of me, every time I would try to sleep I swear to God there were people talking in there. My dog would always be watching that door as I fell asleep. Could have just been an over active imagination, except one day my grandfather made be a big huge wodden hopechest/trunk and I decided to put it in front of the door, when I woke up it was on my bed.

Then, same house, I was staying home alone, and I was in the living room that had these huge wooden pocket doors that led into the formal dining room. They were always open because they were painted over years ago, so we couldn't close them if we tried. The dog was sitting with me on the couch, and I just felt very cold, and unsettled, he starts growling towards the dining room. I get up to get a blanket from the closet, and when I sit back down the doors were shut, dog was going ape shit and I heard something angry. I can't really explain it without sounding totally cliche'd but it was the freakiest thing I've heard in my life, I jumped up screaming and ran into the bathroom (only room i really felt safe in in that whole house.) then ran out to get the dog. My dad had to hire a guy to get the doors back in the walls, he said they were fused together.
If it's an old house, I wonder if the bathroom was added much later than the house was built... that'd be kind of interesting to know, eh?

I dunno. The whole house was creepy as hell. My sister and I went into the attic once, and it was just so oppressive and cold in there (It should have been about a million degrees, it was mid summer and there was a big window that looked out on the street below that was in full sun.) It was full of furniture from the 1700s (You know an antiquers dream) It was hard to breathe, then i don't remember much other than my sister dragged me back downstairs. She said there was a huge bloodstain on the carpet (My mom said it was water damage, since I never went back up I have no idea), and that she was hearing voices, one just kept saying "Marie". The basement was just as bad, I hated that house the whole 6 years we lived there. The kids from school (It was a tiny school just a few blocks from the house) told us that the owner of the house found out his wife was sleeping with one of the servants so he went upstairs and killed them all, then when she came home and went to bed he killed her too. I would chalk it up to kids being stupid, but his wife's name was Marie.