We are currently living in a very large 2 story home, which we have been renting for over 3 years. We are a family of 5, with my husband, myself, and our 3 grown up children, their partners, and our 14 month old grandson. We also share our home with some interesting entities?? Or maybe it should be, they share their home with us. The only history I can find is that this entire housing area used to be a large homestead. In the last century, it was a colony for settlers.
Our first experiences with our ghosts occurred shortly after we moved in. Our kids told me stories about their experiences, but I would not have believed it, until my husband told me his story. (He is a lovable skeptic.)
He awoke in the early hours one morning, to a gentleman standing beside the bed, just looking at him. Also, there was a young boy with him. My husband says that the gentleman was dressed in a suit (period costume), very similar to a butler, or waiter, and the boy was also dressed in period costume – similar to play clothes from that era. They disappeared after a minute or so. Since then, they have been seen, by everyone in this house, except me. I have only heard them.
We also have a lady with red hair, styled neatly on her head, and she is wearing what looks like a red ball gown, from yesteryear. She stands at the bottom of the stairs, next to the sliding door, which is the entry to a large room downstairs. In that room is a drinks bar. Behind the bar is the gentleman in the suit that my husband saw. (Our kids are using this room as a bedroom.) Our son says that he feels safe with the waiter (?) there, and sleeps soundly when he knows he‘s there.
Also, we have a small ghost dog, similar to a terrier. This dog is playful, and scuttles up and down the corridor with the little boy. We have wooden floorboards, so every noise is obvious. The little boy also has the most delightful giggle! A lady with blonde hair passes through every so often. She has been seen by our frightened next door neighbors, who awoke to her standing at the foot of their bed one night. Our daughter was doing her hair one night, and she saw the blonde lady in her mirror. Our daughter watched her (in the mirror) walk across the room, and disappear through the wall.
Also, one night, our son-in-law opened the back door to the large room downstairs, and a very well-spoken man‘s voice said, ―Oh please!!‖ Our Labrador used to bark when she was in her bed in the downstairs laundry. (She has sadly passed away now, from cancer, after 11 and a half years.) We couldn‘t see anything or anyone, but she did. Our grandson smiles and giggles at someone near the top of the stairs, and our touch lamps dim and get brighter while nobody is near them. Our grandson‘s baby toys play music, and make sounds while nobody is near them. The lady in the ball gown opens up the toilet door while someone is in there.
I am the only one who hasn‘t seen our ghosts, but I hear playful laughter, and sense a combination of warmth, and occasionally a cool brush of air around me. I‘m not worried about their presence, as long as my family is safe. I sense that we are safe and protected in a way. So life continues, albeit in an unsuspecting way. finish
Our first experiences with our ghosts occurred shortly after we moved in. Our kids told me stories about their experiences, but I would not have believed it, until my husband told me his story. (He is a lovable skeptic.)
He awoke in the early hours one morning, to a gentleman standing beside the bed, just looking at him. Also, there was a young boy with him. My husband says that the gentleman was dressed in a suit (period costume), very similar to a butler, or waiter, and the boy was also dressed in period costume – similar to play clothes from that era. They disappeared after a minute or so. Since then, they have been seen, by everyone in this house, except me. I have only heard them.
We also have a lady with red hair, styled neatly on her head, and she is wearing what looks like a red ball gown, from yesteryear. She stands at the bottom of the stairs, next to the sliding door, which is the entry to a large room downstairs. In that room is a drinks bar. Behind the bar is the gentleman in the suit that my husband saw. (Our kids are using this room as a bedroom.) Our son says that he feels safe with the waiter (?) there, and sleeps soundly when he knows he‘s there.
Also, we have a small ghost dog, similar to a terrier. This dog is playful, and scuttles up and down the corridor with the little boy. We have wooden floorboards, so every noise is obvious. The little boy also has the most delightful giggle! A lady with blonde hair passes through every so often. She has been seen by our frightened next door neighbors, who awoke to her standing at the foot of their bed one night. Our daughter was doing her hair one night, and she saw the blonde lady in her mirror. Our daughter watched her (in the mirror) walk across the room, and disappear through the wall.
Also, one night, our son-in-law opened the back door to the large room downstairs, and a very well-spoken man‘s voice said, ―Oh please!!‖ Our Labrador used to bark when she was in her bed in the downstairs laundry. (She has sadly passed away now, from cancer, after 11 and a half years.) We couldn‘t see anything or anyone, but she did. Our grandson smiles and giggles at someone near the top of the stairs, and our touch lamps dim and get brighter while nobody is near them. Our grandson‘s baby toys play music, and make sounds while nobody is near them. The lady in the ball gown opens up the toilet door while someone is in there.
I am the only one who hasn‘t seen our ghosts, but I hear playful laughter, and sense a combination of warmth, and occasionally a cool brush of air around me. I‘m not worried about their presence, as long as my family is safe. I sense that we are safe and protected in a way. So life continues, albeit in an unsuspecting way. finish
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