The house that my parents built brand new in 1969, also had a lot of paranormal events going on..all we knew was,, there was an old trailor park on the 2 acres ,many years before.. i used to hear music in other rooms also.. sounded like, old victorian, music, and i also heard people talking… mom and dad lived in this house for over 35 years…

a lot of strange things happened in that house over the years… my mom, recently told me, that she also used to hear music and people talking, but would never tell us kids, thinking it would just scare us to death…..she also told me that sometimes, it seemed as if the room was changing around her, especaily, my old bedroom…

i have always been facinated by haunted houses!!! i will post as time goes on about other paranormal things that used to happen there…..

what a great story!!! by the way,, my dad’s name was David…….

ktm

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I used to live in a house in Auckland NZ when I was growing up that I know is haunted. It was a small 3 bedroom townhouse with not much space. We didn’t have much money back then so we lived where we could. My father worked long hours and my mother too. I was 15 when I started to notice things happening. One night I was asleep in my room when I saw a light outside my door. I didn’t think much of it because we sometimes left the light on for my sister to go to the bathroom. But this light was diferent it seemed to get dull and then bright again like a light was pulsating. I decided to get up and have a look. I opened the door and it was dark, I looked downstairs and saw a light moving towards the kitchen, like someone had a torch. I decided to follow it as I tought it might be my father, I walked down the stairs and notice the light had stopped by the kitchen sink, but there was no – one around, as I walked into the kitchen the kitchen became very warm,and too to my surpise I looked at the stove and saw that someone had left the elements on, I quickly turned them off and as I did this the kitchen went dark. I stood there in fear and began thinking ,what just happened. I then ran upstairs past my bedroom and jumped into my mothers bed I was shaking and my mum woke up and asked me what was wrong. After telling her my dad had woken up and gone to investigate the kitchen. He came back and looked at my mum with a strange look I said to him “what was it dad” he turned to me and said it’s okay mate sleep in here tonight. It took me awhile to go back to sleep but before drifting off to sleep I could hear my mother and father whispering about something but I couldn’t work it out. After time I had forgotten what had happened that night but kept hearing thnigs like doors openning and closing, footsteps in the hallway, someone walking up and down the stairs. The weidest thing I noticed is that no -one liked sleeping in my room because it was either too cold or too hot to stay in there but for some reason I never had a problem. Many years later we moved out west. We were sitting at dinner one night and I am now 21 years old. We began talking about the old house and then the conversation took a dive. My mother and father refused to talk about it. I had to know so I kept asking “What’s wrong with that house”…being religeous my father didn’t want to talk about it and left the table..My mother began….she said that when we moved in all those years ago they had a visit from the previous owner and they were told that the previous owners brother had died in the house…the story went that one night he had gone out for some drinks and had come home in a sorry state. He went into the kitchen to make him something to eat and then went up to his room. Before he went into his room he slipped and missed the last step and fell backwards down the stairs breaking his neck at the bottom. When I heard this everything made sense the noise of the open and closing doors and the stove. But nothing gave a chill as much as finding out that the room that use to belong to him was my room. I later spoke to my father and realised why he didn’t want to talk about it ….times were hard back then and we didn’t have the money to move so my father did what he could to protect us and that’s by keeping us close…especially at night. My dads gone now but I know he still protects me…especially at night.