Originally posted by Rochester
reply to post by hotel1
I really only wanted advice on what could be creating this and why all of a sudden this happened this past week.
As I said in the OP - the only "spirit" i have ever known to close doors is my Father shortly after he died - and that did not happen in my house -
it happened in his when I was staying in his house.
I can't explain why this started this week and was only looking for guidance from the community.
I suppose I will never know, as is the case with many mysteries in my house.
Best to you,
I have had the same thing, well almost, happen to me, and much more I'd like to share with you and how I put a stop to the activities.
I lived in my grandmother's house in the mid-west for many years. It was built in 1865, had three stories, a full attic, and dirt basement. It is on
the National Historic Register. My entire childhood was spent in that house, and never did I, nor my grandparents experience any paranormal activity,
except for other family members. Most of my cousins were terrified to sleep there for various things that happened to them, including my sister. My
grandmother spent many long years after my grandfather died alone in that house and used to laugh when people said it was haunted. She simply refused
to believe it.
When she passed on, and I took over the house, only then did I start to experience little things here and there. The first thing that happened one
day; I was getting ready to cut my bangs, the phone rang and I laid the scissors on the sink and walked away. I came back, scissors were gone. They
stayed gone for two weeks to the day, and reappeared on the sink exactly where I left them.
Second experience, I came home from work and found a very old antique looking letter opener laying on the coffee table in one of the living rooms. It
truly freaked me out as I had never seen it before. I took it to an antique dealer who said it was from the 1900's. He wanted to buy it but I took it
home with me. I decided to keep it outside on a tree stump, because it's materialization scared me.
Third experience, I was talking on the phone in my bedroom at 3 am one night with my fiance. Suddenly, I hear a noise, look over, and see the door
knob turn and the door popped open on it's own. I laughed at first, I think out of nervousness or surprise. You have to understand, I know you will,
it was a very old wooden door that would swell up in the summer time, and you would have to force close it or force open it. It would stick in the
door frame. So something, did push it open.
Fourth experience, My sister and her husband came to stay for a week. Her husband woke up at 2 am and said he couldn't sleep. I was on the phone
again at the time, so I gave him an extra blanket and he was on his way. About an hour later I hear him running up the stairs in a panic and he told
me with huge eyes, he heard something being dragged across the floor nearby him. He said it was quite loud and he could hear foot steps going by him.
He was so afraid to stay in the house, he flew back home and left my sister for the remainder of that visit.
Fifth experience, I was cooking dinner and I kept feeling like I was being watched. My back was to the door as I was at the stove. I heard a scuffle
noise, I snapped my head around and bam, the broom fell over and scooted across the floor toward me. This was pretty much the breaking point.
Sixth experience, I kept hearing violins, like a wafting sound on the air that would come and go. The sound was coming from one of the living rooms. I
went outside to investigate and found nothing, hoping it was a neighbor. Came back inside and sat down to do bills and heard a woman weeping. It was
coming from the stair case in the foyer. Instinctually I said "I'ts okay, don't cry. Everything will be fine", and the weeping stopped, followed
by more violins.
I decided to start doing more digging about the history of the house. I had a basic knowledge of who built it, but I felt there was much much more. I
found out that the family had a daughter who was 17 and engaged to be married to a man who went to fight in WW I. She waited and waited for his return
then found out he had died. She lived the rest of her life without marrying and died in the house from TB at age 27. So the weeping I am sure was
coming from her. There were many dinner parties with a lot of important people that ran the town, such as the mayor that would dine there often with
this family so I'm guessing that is why I heard the violins play.
My last experience in the house before I moved away truly made me break down and cry. My cousin came to stay for a weekend and visit with me and I
decided to show her the attic. We played up there as kids together and since I was moving she wanted to see it once more with me. Cont