For what it’s worth, our house is about 58 years old.
A couple years ago el esposo mentioned that sometimes, when he was sitting in the basement tooting on his sax, or varnishing woodwork, he’d peripherally see what he took to be a little girl move by the doorway into the laundry room. He observed this again this week, and I mentioned it tonight at dinner out (daughter #2’s 17th birthday.)
In addition to freaking out daughter #3, who swears she’ll never do laundry unaccompanied again, the boy-child, age 13, casually observed that he’s seen that as well, and that “she goes into the laundry room.”
The boy kid and I maintain that if there is a ghost of any sort, it’s the type that is merely a projection of energy, absorbed by the basement structures in the past, since it always does the same thing and hasn’t ever been interesting to our dog, or the kitty who hangs out down there a lot. This does not comfort daughter #3, but it’s interesting to think about the nature of phenomena humans have perceived as ghosts.
Ours is evidently more of the hologram than the spirit type.
Emmline, it would be interesting to know the history of the house. Are you familiar with who was living in the house prior to your ownership? This is just the time of year for a good ghost story..
Several families over the years, a number of whom had small girls, but I’m not away of any that would likely hang around to haunt. Still, if our energy hologram theory holds any water, it need not represent a tragedy but merely a loop replay of a particularly energy-significant incident.
My aunt’s house is “haunted”. To the best of my knowledge, an old woman had died there, and she is a friendly spirit…but there is also this other spirit…a dark figure. She has children (Under 10) and the smaller is petrified of the dark as a result of this. When they come to visit us at our home, and a bedroom light is off…one that the child may pass by…he gets so scared he cries. Some spooky stuff. Hope I don’t have nightmares as a result of sharing. :roll:
So…a joke to lighten the mood…What is the difference between a buffalo and a bison?..very little!..
(At least the joke was funny to me, given the circumstances in which it was said.)
If you do a census search, I think you can identify the families and children who lived there. If you search the obituaries, you can find if any died.
I’d be fascinated to discover that a hologram of myself was visible somewhere. If the child hadn’t died, she and her family might be interested in hearing about this, too.
My kid, who holds to the hologram theory, made an interesting point this morning. He said, “If the walls, or whatever, can absorb energy and play back a hologram of it, then why wouldn’t I walk into the bathroom some day and see myself sitting on the toilet?”
I guess this would just flip me out, and I’d be finding a priest to come in and do SOMETHING. I’m not a ghost type person…the thought tends to freak me out. I think I watched too many scary movies when I was a kid or something.
There’s nothing scary or worrisome here. We’re just speculating about what might cause the guys at our house to see, or think they see this.
They do live in a rather estrogen-heavy, female dominated environment, and perhaps it’s the little spirit of Yin.
i looked for some ghost-related stuff, on this german page, they claim that if you turn up the volume you can hear some weird, eerie, rumbling sounds, they call them ghosts, i don’t really buy it, but, see what you think, it’s quite strange in any case.
I just have a “thing” about that stuff. I still can’t watch movies that are like that (what was that Halle Barry movie about the ghost or whatever? That scared the heck out of me!!). I think I’d flip out entirely if I were to see a ghost or something. Thankfully, we’ve seen nothing in our house to date, and it’s almost 100 years old. Although I’m sure the children of the house would think it’s cool or something if we did
I think my house is haunted too.
Not long after a miserable breakup, on at least three occasions, I’ve heard my ex-girlfriend’s voice on my front porch calling out to me. Each time she was asking me to unlock the door to let her in… once I heard mention of dinner and can we talk this over. It seems everywhere I turn, a picture of her shows up and I have to tear it into shreds over the garbage while reciting the healing incantation ‘bitch, bitch, bitch stay out of my life’
I keep finding traces of her existence, like hand written notes, strands of her long black hair (despite vacuuming) on furniture and in the laundry. Her name mysteriously appears on several electronic devices (caller ID, cell phone, e-mail) from time to time.
What is really shocking is my family and friends have heard her voice to. Mysteriously, they all have heard her say exactly the same thing “Tony doesn’t answer my calls and won’t let me in anymore”
Isn’t this the strangest thing??
If trauma were all it took, most nursing homes, hospices, and hospitals should be so full of hants that you couldn’t see across a room for all the ethereal effluvia.