A New Home
We have moved in to a new home and something is happening. I do not have
any experience in these things so I went to the library to get books on
the paranormal, and I went on the Internet to see if there was any
information available. I found your web site. I am sending you this story
to print. Please do not use my name or where I live. You see, we haven't
told anyone yet.
My husband is in sales and we are transferred every few years. We just
bought our fifth house. This is one of the best homes we have purchased. I
fell in love with it because it is old and quite large, and I thought
decorating it would keep me busy. My story starts on moving day.
Moving in was hectic. We were in a hurry to beat the storm that was
coming. I was in charge of standing in the doorway directing the movers to
the rooms I wanted the furniture and boxes placed. My husband was going
room to room helping the movers setup and arrange the furniture. We did
break for lunch and while everyone else was eating I was going around the
house seeing how it looked so far. Nothing was where I had directed it. I
was furious. We were already on a tight schedule. I called to my husband
and the movers asking them why everything was the way it was. They came to
look at what I was talking about and they couldn't believe it. In the
short time they were having lunch, all the boxes and the furniture they
had set up had been moved to different rooms. No one understood it and no
one said he was the one who did it. They just all went about putting
everything back the way it was supposed to be. The rest of the moving in
went quickly and without any more incidences. At the end of the day, my
husband and I unpacked a few more boxes and then went out to dinner. When
we came back all the furniture and unpacked boxes were moved again. We
were really upset. We couldn't figure out who was playing such a stupid
joke on us. That night we were too tired to put anything back and went to
bed. When we got up in the morning, everything was back where we wanted
it.
Nothing else happened the rest of the first week, but the second week was
full of surprises. First, one morning I got up and all the books from the
wall unit were stacked in the middle of the floor. Then one day while I
was doing the laundry, all the clothes I had in the dryer were thrown all
over the room. The next thing that happened was someone emptied all the
cereal boxes in to the sink. That week there was also missing hair
brushes, missing car keys, the TV turning on and off by itself and the
toilet kept flushing. The third week was more of the same plus the
furniture was being rearranged again while we were asleep.
We are in our fourth week now. There is a new problem. We can hear voices.
We hear children talking and laughing. My husband and I know that this
house is haunted. I don't like using that word because we really don't
believe in these things. At least we didn't use to. I don't know what we
are going to do. We don't feel threatened here, but this is not the way we
want to live either. There isn't anyone we can tell.