I live in a haunted old school house. It was built in 1875 as a one room school house, and since then has been updated into a four bedroom single-family home. It is rumored that a young boy died on Pickpocket Road on his way to school. This may be the reason for the hauntings at my house, but it could also be the lingering spirits of children who refused to grow up.
When my parents first moved in, they heard children’s laughter both upstairs and and in the basement. They were both home alone when it happened, and didn’t mention it to one another. How do you casually bring up in conversation that you heard children laughing? Okay so this part is a little creepy.
When my younger brother was around 4 or 5, he moved upstairs with me. Before then, he lived in one of the rooms downstairs, which was being turned back into my mum’s sewing room upon his departure. While we were upstairs, there was a loud bang. It turns out, a large basket full of stuff had fallen, or been pushed, off the shelf and tipped upside down.
A few years ago, when my dad was home alone and working in the basement, he heard footsteps walking around the house upstairs. He went upstairs to investigate, and found no one.
One night last year, my mum was in the kitchen getting coffee ready for the next day. She heard a noise behind her, and turned around to see one of the kitchen table chairs rocking back and forth.
The only encounters I’ve had involved caps flying off of containers and bottles and ending up across the room. People have tried to justify this to me with science, but science can’t explain everything.
Abbi Matheson 