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Re: Couple sue previous homeowners for not telling them the house was haunted
I believe ya mate.Originally Posted by LEGION
Well, since I am bored I will tell a story for you Dilbo.
I lived with my uncle in Maryland in 92' and 93'. The town was Reisterstown and the house we lived in was the oldest house in those parts. It was a 2 story, old old house. Story was that it had housed slaves in the 1700's, and several people were hung back in the day
Anyways, my uncle and aunts told me that it was haunted and relayed stories to me from over the years; as my aunt had lived in the downstairs section for years. I really never went into any of that haunted nonsense, but I soon learned different. My uncle was out one night and me and the dogs were watching t.v. and I swear on my mothers life the window blinds went up and down by themselves. The dogs went crazy and started jumping and barking at the ceiling. Every hair on my arms went straight up; I sh#t you not. The blinds went up and down 3 times and then it was over. When I say up and down I mean, you know how blinds have the little plastic piece that you twist and it opens or closes them? That's what I meant. I called my aunt all freaked out and she just said " We told you so".
About a week later uncle Joe was cooking spaghetti and Italian sausage and called me into the kitchen; which is when the dogs started freaking out again. I went in there and it felt cold and when I looked at the sausage sitting in the pan, they were rolling back and forth in the pan and did so for a couple of minutes. Trapper, the labrador, was screaming and all his back hair was straight up.
Also, down in the basement where the supposed hangings took place; late at night on numerous occasions it would sound like people were walking around, actual stomping or something. Very creepy and actually made me sad for the people that had suffered way back in the day.
This isn't a made up story; it happened and you guys and gals can think I lost my sense or whatever, but it is what it is. I never told anyone except my mom about it.{She said all that devil music I listen to scrambled my brain}
Talk sh#t to me but beware
Usually I'd laugh at this stuff, but I've kinda come to belive in the past couple of years.
My Dad's parents house was an old station. It was used as a place where old horse drawn loads and that could stop, for a rst for the horses and an overnight stay if they wanted. This was during Britains rule over Ireland.
So because Britain didn't allow any Catholics to have any power it belonged to some English guy that was a friend of the local landlord. The land lord was a tyrant, a real bad guy and in the 1800's or something his grand house was burnt to a cinder. That house was 10 mins or so from the station. The station was attacked, rebels took it and there was a slaughter and the are became bandit country. The English weren't bothered taking it back. The land was distributed between the locals and somehow my family came into possession of the station house and a few dozen acres around the place. However, poverty stricken many of the locals shut up shop and headed to America and Austrailia. My lineage bought up this land and amassed a pretty decent farm. My Great grandfather then hooked up with a lady from another wealthy Irish Catholic family. They were pretty wealthy back then , as wealthy as Irish could be really.
Anyway, although the family has a good rep for generosity there was a little jealousy and after a while this pisreoig thing was found on the land. A pisreoig is Irish black magic and it was seen as pretty serious.
Anyhow, the story goes that my Great Grandfather, in order to keep the land had to go fight in the somme. He survived the Somme, came back and suffered for 20 years before dieing of lead poisoning.
All was good in the family til about 15 years ago another pisreoig thing was found. That year my Uncle, Grandfather and Grandmother died. Now my dad isn't superstitious, but my Uncle and Aunt are and they blamed it on this thing.
Anyway thats just background. One day my cousin who was 17 at thetime ran into my uncles house, literally in floods of tears she refused to talk for days but when they finally got her to talk she admitted she had broken intomthe old house and claimed to have seen my Uncle.
Pretty crazy stuff.
I think I believe in some stuff now.
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