Writer's Block: Legend has it ...

[carmenbeaudry]

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Well, I live in a haunted house, does that count?  They;'re both very friendly ghosts, we figure it's the man who built the house and his wife.  They like it here, and we're fine with them.  Oh, and I found out that she sewed for a living, same as me, and her sewing room was the same room that I use for mine.

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[ldy-susanna1.livejournal.com]

Very cool! So how did you find out the house was haunted? Do tell.....

Zsuzsy

[corbaegirl.livejournal.com]

When I first moved in, I had a rocking chair in the upstairs hallway that would rock by itself. I watched it start rocking more than once. Lights would go on and off, and every so often you can still hear two sets of footsteps on the stairs. My youngest daughter had a glass of water disappear from the downstairs newel post and appear on the upstairs, when she was the only one in the house. I'll be sewing, and feel someone looking over my shoulder to see what i'm doing. We've also had things go missing or be hidden when we were doing various bits of remodeling, until we stood in the living room and said out loud, "It's ok, Mr. Johnson, we're not going to change the house, just fix it up", then things stopped getting lost. I didn't find out the details of the house and the Johnsons until after I'd been here about 15 years. The Johnson's granddaughter and great-granddaughter drove by and were looking at the house, and I invited them in. We talked about the house and what it had been like for about an hour, and just before they got ready to leave, the granddaughter asked me if anything strange ever happened, and so I told her about the ghosts. She told me that her grandfather had died in the house, and that her grandmother never had wanted to sell it and move away, so she wasn't surprised.

[fittzwm.livejournal.com]

I love it. Very sweet. If only you could ask Mrs. Johnson about her sewing techniques & tools.

The house in New Hampshire, where I was born, was haunted. More tragic, though. Mr. Yapp was an Estonien dairy farmer. He would go off for days & get drunk, leaving his wife to care for the cows. She evidently told she would do it again, and didn't. He returned from a bender and all the cows were dead. He killed her in anger, then himself in remorse. You could hear his footsteps early in the morning and in the evening, going throught the house and out to the barn, milking for all eternity, I suppose. He wasn't angry, just sad.

[katanubis.livejournal.com]

My house I lived in in the early '80s was haunted, but they were disturbed ghosts. I finally had to have someone come and do a cleansing. (After that the energies at least weren't negative, but there was still one closet that I couldn't go into. I don't believe that the roommates used it either.)

[corbaegirl.livejournal.com]

When Dad was transfered up here from San Jose, we looked at a lot of houses, and there was one on Alki Point, right across from the beach, but high enough that it was private, great view, wonderful house built about 1910, and we loved it. We did, that is, until Mom and I went into the bedroom on the top floor, where there was a baby grand piano. I started to play the piano, and immediately the temperature dropped by at least 10 degrees, and we both started feeling sick. We couldn't get out of there fast enough and we both fell on the stairs going down. I don't know about Mom, but something pushed me. Needless to say, we didn't buy the house.

[ldy-susanna1.livejournal.com]

I have had various experiences through out the years , but the most memorable one was shared by me and my daughter Demi. We were leaving a friends house , driving , I was not to familur with the road leaving her house as it was out in a new sub-division in the country. I came to a fork in the road and felt a strong urge to go to the right. Just as I was turning a strange fog covered the road. I got a little pensive but as it was early evening dismissed it out of my mind as being unsure of where I was. As I drove through the fog I hit what I thought was a deer as the hit was very forcefull and I was in a van- it made the whole van shake. I stopped the van and as we were stopped a very sad sigh and cry filled the cabin of the van- so load that my daughter cried out "what was that"! It was weird as time sort of stood still. With her saying that, it sort of broke the spell, I got out of the car expecting to see a dead deer or blood on the van, but there was nothing - the fog disappeared. I called my girlfriend and asked her if there was anything that had happen on that road and she told me that a girl had been hit and killed just recently. I then tryed to avoid that road as much as I could when I went to visit her.

Mrs. Johnson . . .

[kathrynmice.livejournal.com]

. . . also doesn't think that cats should sit on the furniture. I watched her tip Kuffee (or was it Squeeble?) off the rocking chair after she had been looking at what I was working on while Carmen made a pot of tea.

You should have seen the frightened dirty look that cat gave Mrs. Johnson! Priceless.

Rosceline

[hesperide.livejournal.com]

Did you ever figure out who left the butter on the ceiling? I'd still like to know what the deal was with *that* incident.