“At one point I was I was in the living room talking with Cyrille, and this breeze blew between us. The curtains in the downstairs rooms would start swinging on their own,” she recalled. “Even with the AC off, there were many breezes downstairs. My Mom’s friend Allie (a professional trainer of guide dogs for the disabled, a very sensitive person–and also a believer in ghosts) had a lot to say about the events of that week. If there was a ghost in the house, it was intent on making sure the two of them would do no sleeping. It kept turning on on its own.” Carolyn also complained that she heard loud tapping many times while trying to sleep.

“We had to go into the bathroom four times and turn off the faucet for the bathroom. Rob and Carolyn stayed in the master bedroom at the back of the house, and neither of them got much sleep over the days that they were there. “Ghosts? Do you think that Carolyn tripped by herself? She was pushed!” my brother Rob recalled. The bed that Carolyn was possibly, purportedly thrown from. She explained that, in the middle of the night she had fallen out of bed, but it looked more like she had been shot out of a cannon and landed face-first on the floor. Secondly- in a strange freak accident, my brother Rob’s girlfriend Carolyn appeared at the breakfast table one morning looking like a boxer after loosing a prizefight-her eyes and nose were swollen and bruised. Being we were to sick to sight-see, it would have been nice to watch television there, but the TV set stop working about an hour after we arrived. I spent two days flat out in bed in the middle of the trip, and Meg was feeling pretty ill on the last day when we got on the Amtrak train home.

Was it really haunted or not? You decide.įirst off- we all got very sick, likely a Norovirus case that that my dad acquired prior to arrival. Our little family group (me, wife Meg, Mom and Dad and their little Schnauzer Annie, Mom’s sister Bee, my brother Rob and his girlfriend Carolyn, and Mom’s friends Cyrille, Allie and Annie) spent an unforgettable week there. The Haunted Livingroom, where the curtains kept moving. It listed for $800,000, but wound up selling for less than $600,000 several months later. Less than five years after purchasing it and doing some extravagant improvements, the place was put up for sale again. This house is often on the real estate market, and they have enough trouble- but if you want to know where it is, I’ll send you the information by email.) This place was so haunted, that after spending over $100,000 on kitchen and bathroom renovations, the owners couldn’t stay there- instead they ran it as a vacation rental for a couple of years, where it regularly appeared in HomeAway and VRBO. (Sorry about blocking part of the address out. If you *must* stay over at a haunted place, you should check out 18XX Magazine St, in New Orleans.

Likely if that AirBnB, or HomeAway rental property had real poltergeists dwelling within, the owners would flat out deny it, and they’d badger the guests to please remove any ghosty comments from their online reviews. It’s better to be sold on ghosts and not run into them, than to actually stay at a place with a serious otherworldly presence. The Haunted Chambers, at the House of the Trembling Madness– York (UK).

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