In the mid 1990s I was doing property preservation (securing foreclosed houses) throughout New England. I would be on the road for 3 days straight, some times in rural Maine. I would stay in the house I was at, at the end of a 14 hour day, to save money on a hotel.
This one house, in Hamden, Maine, keep in mind these homes have no utilities, all have been disconnected. This one house was a former large turn of the century farm house remarkably clean with fresh paint. I would seek out the higher rooms, usually the 2nd floor, because the days warmth would stay in those rooms longer. Even in the summer the nights can get brisk.
Anyway this night I fell asleep about 9pm, and suddenly I was awakened by the sound of banging on the front door down stairs. I was not in a good mood being very tired, from the days labor, and I hurried down expecting to see the sheriff, and I would show the work order and explain my reason for being there and he’d be on his way, only there was no one there!
I went back up stairs. This time I was thinking I was more tired than I thought, and wasn’t happy being awoken from a sound sleep, by my imagination, so I thought. A few minutes later, just as I was falling asleep again, there was the banging again, I sat up, and surely some one was banging on the front door. I yelled out, hello, and the banging stopped, and again, I head down to the front door and… yup no one?
I walked around the rural property, no one. Now I’m fully awake and not happy, but still not thinking of anything supernatural, so up to bed. I was sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag, but now I had one eye open and both ears. The the banging started again I listened… then shouted what do you want? The banging stopped at the downstairs front door and then started right at the wall in my room without missing a beat. Needless to say the hairs stood up on my neck, I grabbed my stuff and beat it out of there.
ps I never stayed at that house again.
Sent in by dave-o, Copyright 2012 TrueGhostTales.com
All I have to say is you are very brave. Some ghosts there didn’t like you to stay there.
If I was in a sleeping bag like you, I’d close the sleeping bag and shrug it off, cover my ears and then gone back to sleep. Imagine the savings you could make!
I remember another guy posting his story similar to yours which was also from New England. He was a tourist who happen to arrive pretty late in town and he was looking for a cheap and quick place to sleep in, to his luck there weren’t any available in his immediate area, so a good Samaritan told him that he could stay in a house not far from the edge of town, the over night stay was practically free and he can have the whole house for himself in the condition that he won’t mess up anything in it. Eager to make quick savings, the guy agreed to sleep in a rather old looking house near the edge of town, the place still had some stuff in it and it was pretty big. The guy immediately laid his sleeping bag on one of the beds and tried to sleep. According to this guy’s recount, he woke up at around quarter to two a.m. he was bothered by a heavy breathing sound and what seems to be the sound of a person pacing back and forth across the floor. He ignored the noises he was hearing and thought it was just some animal or the wind blowing through one of the windows. A few minutes into his sleep he was then again awakened by the heavy breathing and the pacing sound, but this time it sounded a lot closer. Thinking that it was just his over active imagination, denying himself of the existence of the sounds he was hearing, he still tried to sleep it off, and this time he covered his head with a blanket. Now, this is where it got physical, whenever the guy opens his eyes to check where the heavy breathing sound was coming from he never finds anything, now he’s annoyed and tired and only wanted to continue his frequently disturbed sleep. After a few minutes he heard the heavy breathing again, but this time it sounded like it was standing beside him, feeling irritated he covered his ears and tried to sleep and that’s when the blanket he used to cover his head suddenly flew off. The guy woke up startled as he feel two huge palms gripping his neck and slowly squeezing the air out of him. Disoriented and frightened he let out his fists and continued blindly punching the attacker in front of him. As he let his punches flew he realizes that he’s not hitting anything, he knew that he should’ve been hitting the arms of his attacker at least and yet he felt nothing, the weird thing is that he can still the the hands gripping his throat. As he kept on punching the attacker let go eventually, but as the guy opens his eyes he was shocked to find out the nature of his attacker. Right in front of him was a smoky figure of what seems like a torso of a man with no arms or head wearing a white shirt and suddenly vanished in thin air. Gasping for his breath and trying to make sense of what just happened, he quickly packed his stuff and slept outside the property and in the morning set off on his way never to return to that place again.
I think there is a lesson here somewhere. Being thrifty is smart, but not always. Be careful of places that you go to or you might end up somewhere you really don’t want to be.
Yes very Brave and very Frightening also. That would make me afraid to stay at any house.. Thanks for sharing with us. Take care and be careful!
Very brave and I’m glad you got out the house right away
you don’t know that if you stayed there any longer it could have
been something more dangerous. Thanks for the story!