When I was 11 my sister and her husband and two young children moved in to a large old house across the street from a big cemetery. My brother in law was the caretaker and grave digger. He had a crew that worked for him as this was a big cemetery. I always wondered why there wasn’t a funeral home closer to the cemetery like most had…
Being that I was 11 I was at the age where I could be left alone for short periods of time. I liked the house but thought it was weird how all the rooms downstairs were so large and that all the bedrooms were upstairs. It was a long flight of stairs to the upper floor too.
They had two dogs that they kept in the basement most of the time. My sister said she never went down in the basement and wouldn’t let me go down there either. My older brother snuck down there with some friends once. I saw him talking with my sister shortly after that. I was outside and I could tell my sister was upset. They saw me and shut the door so I couldn’t hear them. I tried looking in the basement windows but they were so dirty you couldn’t see a thing.
Once I was out in the back yard swimming with my young nephew and niece and saw a woman staring down at me from the upstairs bathroom! I yelled for my sister to see her but she was gone after I looked back at the window.
Another time I was in the house alone while my sister ran to the store. I wanted to stay by myself and she finally relented. Was that a mistake! I heard a heavy thud that sounded like it came from the basement. The dogs raced up the stairs and were barking at the basement door to be let out. I ran to open the door but it was locked! I heard footsteps overhead and then footsteps slowly walking down the stairs! I raced out the front door and was outside on the front steps until my sister got home!
I told her what I heard and she said “It’s an old house; I hear stuff like that all the time.”
The three years they lived there the more unexplainable things happened. It escalated with the kids starting to see and hear things and running to their parents bedroom almost every night. My sister had finally had enough and they moved.
Years later I stopped by the house to see the Bassett hounds in their back yard. The owners came out and we struck up a conversation. I told them my sister had lived there a long time ago and what a nice house it always was. The woman chuckled; “nice if you can live in an old funeral home!” she said. “I fell in love with the hard wood floors and woodwork; after we moved in my husband finally told me the truth about the house.” The look on my face must have given away my shock. “You didn’t know this was an old funeral home?” she asked me. “No. I saw and heard things but just thought it was my imagination.” I replied looking at the house. “Well, if I ever see or hear anything we are out of here.” she stated. It wasn’t long after that visit that I saw a ‘For Sale’ sign in the yard…..
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