Life in a Haunted House

I was 16 years old when my parents moved back to Iowa.  They rented an old 2 story house.  It was a beautiful 4 bedroom, 2 bath home located in a small rural community.  I can tell you that we witnessed many things that we were unable to rationalize to others or to ourselves. 

My room was on the second floor.  Many nights I would be awakend by the light being turned on.  I know I did not leave it on when going to bed.  The bathtubs were very old in the house (the deep, lion head footed legs).  I would get my water to the temperature I wanted and let it run because it took awhile to fill the tub.  Almost every time I did this, I would return to find the cold faucet shut off and the hot side running at full stream.  I know that I didn't run the water in this manner (my mother experienced the same on many occasions). 

On one occasion, my cousin spent the weekend with us.  She was pouring a glass of milk and spilled it on the dining room table.  She left the room to get a towel to clean it up.  Whe she returned it was already taken care of.   When she questioned eveyone at home, no one had cleaned up her mess.

On another occassion, my mother had come home from work early.  In the bay window of the dining room she saw someone (a man) standing at the dining room.   She thought that my dad had come home early.  When she came into the house, she called for him, but could not find him.  He was still at work.  No one else was home at the time.  We (the kids) were all at school.  We also had a yourkshire terrier.  The dog would usually behave like a normal dog.  The staircase had about 10 steps and then there was a small door in the wall that was used for a stoage, similar to an attic door.  The dog would go up the stairs to that point and then sit, cry and whine.  He would go no further.  We had to carry him the rest of the way up the stairs (this was always).  Often he would look at something unseen in a room and become frightened and whine, cry and become very upset.  He would hide under furniture a lot.  The poor dog was stressed more often than not.  We never checked history on the house.  We accepted the strange happenings for what they were.   We often talked to our "ghost" because we all felt that we were the intruders.  We never felt that "he" was trying to harm us, but just communicate.  I, like you, would never have believed it if I hadn't experienced it.   I really feel that many things can not be rationalized.

~ R

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