My Haunted House on Sale Road
Things that go BOO! in the night. Doors opening and closing by themselves. Strange voices coming from nowhere. All that and more happened in the house where my family lived many years ago. I still have no explanation for some of the things that went on in that house, but it was pretty strange.
My mom was the first to experience the phenomenon the night we moved into the house. The morning after we moved in, my mom asked why I was playing my radio all night. I told her that I hadn't been listening to music at all. She informed me that the singing sounded like a little kid singing a very sing-songy little tune like kids sometimes do. I had no idea what she was talking about. Then, one day we traded rooms.
I got a wild hair one day and decided, quite out of the blue, to trade rooms with my folks. I didn't ask them, I just had my friend, Jim, move the furniture. That night, I wasn't even thinking about the singing at that time.
Well, I got all moved into the room and that night as I settled in, I heard what sounded like a kid singing. The disembodied voice sounded just like a little girl. I didn't know what to think at first, but the voice sounded like it was coming from my closet. I decided to check it out.
I got up and walked to the closet and, as I reached out to open the door, the singing stopped cold. I kind of shrugged off the whole thing and got back in bed and, sure enough, the singing started again. I turned to go back to the closet, and the singing stopped. Shortly after I moved into that room, the singing stopped altogether. I never heard that little girl's voice again. In a few weeks, it was replaced by other voices.
I never heard the new voices, but my mom did. She said it sounded like two men arguing violently about something. I wasn't sure what to think about that, but I was soon convinced that there was something amiss in that house. Boy, was that an understatement!
My folks went out of town for a bit, and I had the house to myself. Pretty cool when you're only in your early 20s. I had a date that night, but then, when I got back home, I decided to turn in. I had no sooner turned out the light than things started getting kind of weird.
I was trying to go to sleep when I heard one of the interior doors in the house open. I sat up and listened as closely as I could. I knew it was one of the pocket doors in the living room.; that door made a very distinct sound when it was opened. For some odd reason, the door sounded like a ratchet when it was opened or closed. As I lay there in the dark, I heard that ratchet sound. I pretty much froze in place. I gathered all my courage and shouted, "Knock it off!" The words had no sooner left my mouth before I heard that same pocket door slam shut.
I'd love to tell you that I did some searching and found the problem, but I left the house and didn't go back until the next day. I still have no explanation for the strange things that happened in that house: previously locked doors would be found standing wide open, voices in the hall, and cold-spots all over the house.
Sometimes these events would occur when we had guests for the night. A girlfriend of mine heard the angry voices in the hall one night, and thought my dad and I were arguing about something. She came out to find that my dad and I weren't even in the same part of the house.
I went back to that house a few years later and spoke to the people who were living there at the time. They told me that they never heard anything strange or out of the ordinary, so I guess the phenomenon was exclusive to our family.
A person who claimed to be a medium once told my mom that she felt that the house had a troubled past. According to her, some terrible event must have taken place in the house before we moved in. I'm not sure I believe in things like ghosts and haunted houses, but I also can't explain the goings on in that house.