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The second happened after my husband had left for work one morning and my son was in kindergarten. I was still lying in bed with the dog at my feet and I heard a click beside the bed. I glanced down at the dog before I looked over, he was looking at the closet door (this used to be the front door), all of the hair on his back was raised and his head was cocked to the side, watching as the door slowly came open. We had recently installed carpeting with a very thick pad and the door was hard to open because it ran into the carpet. My five year old had a hard time opening it, and yet the door opened about half way, all by itself. The third incident occurred when, once again my husband was gone, my son and I went to the library down the street. After we were finished we stepped out of the library and headed down the street toward our house. I looked up and every light in the house was turned on, basement to attic. I refused to go in until my husband came home. I thought maybe some real (live) person was in there. By this time everyone is thinking I've gone nuts and I'm starting to think it too. Then one night we were in a small back bedroom on the second floor of the house and looking into a crawl space. I was on my hands and knees, about eight months pregnant and my husband was standing behind me. My son and the dog were running around like crazy and we had told them to settle down a couple of times when we heard both of them go tumbling down the stairs. The staircase was long and steep and I was sure they were both hurt. I started to get up at the same time my husband turned around and we both saw the dog and Steven standing right behind us. I don't know how long they had been there, but I hadn't heard them come in the room, and they were both unusually subdued at that point. If they were here, then what fell down the stairs? We all went into the hallway, but there was nothing there. There should have been something substantial at the bottom of those stairs. We both heard something fall all the way down the steps. But there was nothing there and I never could get any reason from Steven, why he and the dog were standing behind us so quietly, even after we both yelled "Oh no, they fell down the stairs!" I was never scared when I lived there.

I get more scared talking about it now than I ever was when I was there. I had lived in that house as a teen-ager but never experienced anything unusual. I found out several years later that my younger sister had heard piano and music box music coming from my room from time to time. She also had a radio that kept turning itself on after she left the room. My diamond wedding ring is still somewhere in the house. It disappeared one night after we had gone to bed. It was on the kitchen counter that night and gone when I went down in the morning. Maybe the ghost was trying to warn me about that marriage which has since then ended.


	Haunted house I lived in a haunted house. I was pregnant with my second child, my husband and I had a five year old son, Steven and a beagle. The first incident occurred when I was folding clothes over my bed, alone in the house with the windows closed. My husband walked up behind me and said "Close the window", or so I thought. I turned around and watched as my husband and son pulled up in front of the house in the car. There was no one in the house with me. The second happened after my husband had left for work one morning and my son was in kindergarten. I was still lying in bed with the dog at my feet and I heard a click beside the bed. I glanced down at the dog before I looked over, he was looking at the closet door (this used to be the front door), all of the hair on his back was raised and his head was cocked to the side, watching as the door slowly came open. We had recently installed carpeting with a very thick pad and the door was hard to open because it ran into the carpet. My five year old had a hard time opening it, and yet the door opened about half way, all by itself. The third incident occurred when, once again my husband was gone, my son and I went to the library down the street. After we were finished we stepped out of the library and headed down the street toward our house. I looked up and every light in the house was turned on, basement to attic. I refused to go in until my husband came home. I thought maybe some real (live) person was in there. By this time everyone is thinking I've gone nuts and I'm starting to think it too. Then one night we were in a small back bedroom on the second floor of the house and looking into a crawl space. I was on my hands and knees, about eight months pregnant and my husband was standing behind me. My son and the dog were running around like crazy and we had told them to settle down a couple of times when we heard both of them go tumbling down the stairs. The staircase was long and steep and I was sure they were both hurt. I started to get up at the same time my husband turned around and we both saw the dog and Steven standing right behind us. I don't know how long they had been there, but I hadn't heard them come in the room, and they were both unusually subdued at that point. If they were here, then what fell down the stairs? We all went into the hallway, but there was nothing there. There should have been something substantial at the bottom of those stairs. We both heard something fall all the way down the steps. But there was nothing there and I never could get any reason from Steven, why he and the dog were standing behind us so quietly, even after we both yelled "Oh no, they fell down the stairs!" I was never scared when I lived there. I get more scared talking about it now than I ever was when I was there. I had lived in that house as a teen-ager but never experienced anything unusual. I found out several years later that my younger sister had heard piano and music box music coming from my room from time to time. She also had a radio that kept turning itself on after she left the room. My diamond wedding ring is still somewhere in the house. It disappeared one night after we had gone to bed. It was on the kitchen counter that night and gone when I went down in the morning. Maybe the ghost was trying to warn me about that marriage which has since then ended. [email protected]