I'll give you a personal story about a Funeral Home:
My family moved into the third floor of a building that our family friend owned. He lived on the first floor. This building was a former funeral
home, and his apartment was the show room and the third floor was the director's apartment. There was a back staircase that went all the way to the
basement. When we first moved in, we helped our friend clean out the basement. There were still gurney tables down there when we moved in. I always
got a really bad feeling when I was down there, and at the time attributed it to being freaked out about the place being a former funeral home.
I was home by myself one day. There was nobody in the apartment and our friends downstairs were out for the day with their kids. The main front door
was locked and you had to use the buzzer to ring in. I took a long bath as I had just got done with a practice for the day that left my muscles very
sore. About 20 minutes into my bath, someone knocked on the bathroom door. I said "I'm in here Dad. I'll be out in a bit." Well, nobody
answered the door. I yelled to my Dad again, and again there were a few knocks on the door. I said "What do you need?" At that point I got out of
the tub, put on a towel and opened the door. Lo and behold, nobody was there. I checked the main door to the apartment, and it was still locked.
Nobody had been home. At that point I rinsed off, got dressed and took off to the coffee shop down the street until my Dad got home that evening.
When I told him about what happened, he shrugged it off until something happened to him.
He was doing laundry in the basement one afternoon and when he went down to switch from the washer to the dryer, there were clothes strewn all over.
Once again, the neighbors weren't home so we knew that it wasn't them. The washing machine was brand new and had a locking mechanism that we
checked. It worked as it was supposed to. Instead of cleaning up the clothes, he ran upstairs to tell me what happened. We went down to look at the
mess, and all the clothes were back in the washer, with the lock closed on the washer. We moved out about 2 months later.
This was one of the weirdest things that's ever happened to me (minus some of the investigations that I've been on), and I still remember those two
incidents like they were yesterday. I never really liked that place, and it burned down about 4 years later, and I said "good riddance."
I don't know why spirits would hang around funeral homes in the first place, unless some of them are stuck into their bodies until a proper burial
happens. I tend to think that it may have been the former funeral director still hanging around, as he died in that building. I never saw the
clothes strewn on the floor in the basement, so maybe my Dad was messing with me, but the knocks on the bathroom door are what sealed the deal for me.
Anyway, that's my story, for what it's worth.
-TS