I grew up in a very, very haunted house. Sit down, this might take a while! when we bought the place, we were told that the house was haunted by 2 people. One was an old woman, and the other a young girl. The house had been built in the year 1900, and had alot of history, and the story was that the girl had drown in the pond around the time the house was built, and that the old woman had died about 20 years prior to us buying it. The old woman was very interesting. We had been there about a month when we started smelling her perfume. You would walk into a room and bam, old lady perfume. It would wake you up at night sometimes if she walked by your bed, and I lived in the oldest part of the house, so needless to say, she waked around my room alot. Once when I was sick, late at night, I felt someone sit down on my bed. A very distinct feeling of a person sitting down and resting their weight on my bed. It was scary, but not scary at the same time. Another night I woke up and had the eery feeling that I wasn't alone in my room. I turned to look at my bedroom window, and standing there was a woman with her hair up. It is giving me goosebumps just thinking about it. That was the only time I ever saw her, but my brother watched her walk down the stairs once, and we all smelled her at one time or another. She would also stand in one corner of the room, and our cats would flock to her. YOu couldn't see her, but all the cats would go to that corner and rub and meow and purr. She was never threatening in anyway, and in fact the only time I was ever truly afraid was the one time I saw her. It was actually quite comforting to know that you weren't ever alone. The little girl was a prankster. We had a few odd encounters with her. We had a music box in the living room that she would wind up while we were all downstairs watching tv. It would just randomly start playing. The woman who owned the house before us told us that she was once sitting all alone in the house, and heard a small child say hello. She searched high and low and there were no children around. Well, we laughed at that story until the day my father and I were home alone in the house. We were sitting in the living room, all by ourselves, and very distinctly heard a child laugh. We ran into the kitchen where it orginated and saw my brothers hamster freaking out (it was an old drafty house, the hamster had to live in the kitchen) the way he did when someone stood by his cage. Not too long after that, The hamster was found dead in a huge pot of water. My brother swears the ghost drown him. I loved that house, I would buy it in a minute if it ever went up for sale. I was never more comfortable than I was living in that house, and I think alot of it had to do with the ghosts that lived there with us........

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