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jsteinb95
So, I ended up moving in with my dad :thumbdown: ....... and this morning I was taking a shower (keep in mind Danny's at work, my dad's a work and the kids are in school) and I hear someone say my name! It was only said once, but it was so distinct! It was NOT my dad's voice and it sounded like "they" were right outside the bathroom door. I told Danny about it and he said,"ya know, it's funny you say that....the other day I was upstairs and I heard my name and I thought it was you" (it wasn't me).
I grew up in this house and when I was about 12, my parents were at work and my brothers were at baseball/football practice. I had to fold everybody's clothes, and I walk downstairs to take clothes to my brother's room, as soon as I get to the end of the hall, entering the gameroom, I see my brother's light turn on.....there was NOBODY home!!! It really freaked me out.....I ran upstairs and just sat on the couch crying!
It's a very unusual house.....when you walk in the front door, you're upstairs and there's three levels to the house....all the bedrooms are in the basement, and everynight when I would get in bed, I would hear footsteps upstairs. I told Danny about it years later and he never believed me until he heard it. It sounded like someone was wearing cowboy boots (shoes are not allowed to be worn in the house)....Danny runs upstairs and as soon as he gets to the top step, the footsteps stopped. My dad has this life-size Porcelin (sp) Indian that has cowboy boots on and Danny swears it's the Indian walking around haha. I've also heard a story about this house, before my parents bought it 30 something years ago.....a man supposedly killed his wife and buried her in the back yard.
Anyways.....It was just kinda weird.....I used to hear someone say my name alot, but it hasn't happened in over 10 years. Some may or may not believe in this kind of stuff....I do, but if you don't...it was entertaining, right?
I grew up in this house and when I was about 12, my parents were at work and my brothers were at baseball/football practice. I had to fold everybody's clothes, and I walk downstairs to take clothes to my brother's room, as soon as I get to the end of the hall, entering the gameroom, I see my brother's light turn on.....there was NOBODY home!!! It really freaked me out.....I ran upstairs and just sat on the couch crying!
It's a very unusual house.....when you walk in the front door, you're upstairs and there's three levels to the house....all the bedrooms are in the basement, and everynight when I would get in bed, I would hear footsteps upstairs. I told Danny about it years later and he never believed me until he heard it. It sounded like someone was wearing cowboy boots (shoes are not allowed to be worn in the house)....Danny runs upstairs and as soon as he gets to the top step, the footsteps stopped. My dad has this life-size Porcelin (sp) Indian that has cowboy boots on and Danny swears it's the Indian walking around haha. I've also heard a story about this house, before my parents bought it 30 something years ago.....a man supposedly killed his wife and buried her in the back yard.
Anyways.....It was just kinda weird.....I used to hear someone say my name alot, but it hasn't happened in over 10 years. Some may or may not believe in this kind of stuff....I do, but if you don't...it was entertaining, right?