My husband and I moved in into an old carriage house that used to be the old servant's quarters to the mansion next door. We had both heard the rumors and stories that the place was haunted but never paid them much attention. I guess I should give you a brief history of the two properties. Once upon a time the mansion and the carriage house took up a whole city block. Now they belong to two different owners and are now two separate properties. Back when the house was built, the top floor was nothing but a giant hay loft. The main floor housed the hired help. There is a decent sized dining room, kitchen, and front room. There are two bedrooms upstairs and one and a half baths. There is also a basement that looks like it was used strictly for storage. However off to one side of the basement there is a hall way that just suddenly ends! There used to be an underground service tunnel between the carriage house and the mansion that has since been filled in and sealed; hence the hallway that leads nowhere. Much has been said about the goings on between the two places; none of which I can actually confirm.
Now back to my story. In recent years the giant loft above the residence has been converted into a large 3 bedroom apt. My husband and I moved into the top floor and my younger brother, his wife and kids moved into the main floor. It was the perfect arrangement; or so we thought. For the first few months things were awesome. It wasn't until our third month living there that we started experiencing paranormal activity.
It started with little thing around the house disappearing and then showing back up a few day later in the same spot they were left. Soon after we started hearing disembodied voices, doors opening and closing on their own, and footsteps in the attic. One night my husband and I were lying in bed watching television when we could clearly hear somebody walking across the floor in the attic above out heads! I decided to go check it out so I got out of bed, grabbed a flashlight, and made my way down the hallway to the drop down door of the attic.
As I pulled the sting and unfolded the stairs the footsteps stopped. I hesitated at the bottom for a second as I realized that the only way into the attic is from the very set of stairs I was about to climb! Cold chills run up and down my spine as I cautiously started to climb. With just my head and shoulders in the attic so far I scanned the attic with the flashlight but saw nothing. I decided to continue up and into the attic. I made way over to the light bulb and pulled the chain.
There was nothing out of place, and nobody there. Feeling relieved and a bit silly I was going to chalk it up to us just hearing things. That is when I noticed the foot prints in the dust. They were child sized and appeared to be made with bare-feet. A child's giggle came from the back of the attic where we had stored all our Christmas decorations. It sounded like a little girl around the age of five or six. "Come find me," the voice called. That was it for me! I was out of that attic so fast that scrapped the back of my calves, legs, and upper back sliding down the wooded steps!
Needless to say I cleansed the apt and everything calmed down for a while. What i didn't realize was that whatever had left my place had settled in my brother's place down stairs. Several weeks had gone by with no activity until my mother in law came to visit. My husband and I were sound asleep when his mother comes barreling through our bedroom door in tears and hysterical! She kept saying there was little girl out there but she couldn't see her. Not wanting to scare her further I did not tell about my experience. I told her it was probably one of my brother’s kids watching television below us and they has it up to loud.
The next morning I visited with my brother and his wife and asked them if they had been experiencing anything unusual. They admitted they had and that two of their kids seen and heard a little girl. My brother also told me there seemed to be an ominous presence in the basement so they avoided it like the plague. It was a month or so later that my brother and his family moved out claiming they had enough. Taking advantage of having access to the entire building at that point i cleaned the place from top to bottom! That was four years ago and since then we have only experienced voices and other activity once in a very blue moon.
Update: The latest tenants just moved out from downstairs two days ago. I didn't care much for them as they were not nice people so I rarely spoke to them. Since their departure we have had things fly off the walls, call us by name, and now scratching can be heard in the walls. This is quite a step up from any previous activity! I am wondering if that dark ominous presence my brother spoke of has decided to leave the basement and move in upstairs. I am not sure what is going on but will keep you posted.
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