When you were a kid was there a "haunted " house in your neighbourhood?

Question

You know someplace kind of derelict,possibly abandoned or with one occupant who was also a little scary to you.
Did you and your friends ever make up stories about it? Would you walk by it at night?

Answer 1

Still is. There's a church just a little bit up from me that has been brought and sold about 15 times since I can remember. It was a catholic church, roman catholic, a mosque, sold as a regular house, sold as a flower shop... And the people only seem to last about 6 months to a year at most before they clear out... People say it's because there's apparitions that do weird things and misplace things and weird, unexplained movements and shadows. However, I've nevr been in there, but many people have claimed to see it.

Answer 2

Yeah. We had this 3 story white apartment block and no one lived in it, there were no doors or windows and some of the walls had been taken down. It was soooo spooky, I used to have to walk by it on my way home from my friends house. We would sit outside and tell each other ghost stories and make scary tales up about what happened in the house, then we'd bet each other to go inside, i made it in the front door once, looked to the side of me and there was no door in that apartment, it was really, really dark so i freaked out and ran away. It was torn down a few years ago, kinda disappointing, i would have liked to gone back now i'm not so scared.

Answer 3

Yes there was, ironically enough I lived in it. We did have a ghost in our house. I could never get any of my friends to come over and play, I had to go to there house. My parents lost more female babysitters because of him. He would come out of the closet in the living room and walk into our kitchen and back again. I was 7 when I lived in that house. It seems that most of the houses I lived in were haunted. Heck the house we moved inot after that one was haunted also, and I still had the same problem. This ghost was a little girl and a dog. We lived in a Cauldesac and our neighbors complained about the loud wind chimes we had, (we didn't have any). I live in one now, and still it is hard for me to get anyone over to visit.
Out house wasn't run down but it did look different.

Answer 4

Yeah, there was this creepy house down a couple houses from mine and every Halloween we would dare each other (me and my sister and our friends) to go up to it and knock on the door. I always thought that it was haunted with spirits and ghosts and my sisters and I would make stories about the house all the time. There was also this one time when there was a house next to ours and I was really little and was playing with some ants in front of the other house. Well, this old guy comes up and asks me if I want anything to eat and he gave me a chocolate sort of something. So, of course (ITS CHOCOLATE), I take the chocolate and I eat it. Well this old guy and I start talking until I was called to go eat lunch. When I came back afterward he wasn't there and I haven't seen him since. But there was a plaque sort of thing in front of that house saying "In Loving Memory of.." I can't remember the name, it's been to long. But I remember that it said that and then I found out that it was the same guy who I was talking to just a couple minuets before.

Answer 5

There was an old white house that my friends and I thought to be haunted when we were 10 or so. When we were older and had a little more freedom there was also a nearby cemetery that had a number of mausoleums. The idea of the burials being above ground was very scary to us and we dared each other to walk up to the mausoleums.

Answer 6

Out in the surrounding countryside from where I grew up there was a very old ramshackle house in which a madwoman had lived many years earlier, and rumor was she had killed a relative. Of course it was haunted, and it looked haunted. Greying with age it stood in a field of tall grasses and wildly-grown gnarled black trees, windows broken and deserted.

Being a group of teenagers, naturally we got around to daring ourselves to drive out to see the place. At night, of course. A very dark night it was, too. We could barely see our hands in front of our faces. And the house was set back way off the road, over a wooden fence and across a field of waist-high weeds that tangled around our ankles as we made our way to the blackened silhouette of the haunted house against the dark night.

At first we had been laughing and joking with each other, but as we drew nearer to the house our voices softened into shaky whispers. We could smell the old wood. We could sense an ominous presence in front of us. The five of us decided to join hands and approach the house together. We had just touched hands when zzzap! A light -- like an illuminated sphere -- appeared from nowhere on the front porch, just a few yards away from when we were.

Even one of the boys let out a falsetto shriek as in unison we turned and took off running back across the field toward where we had parked the car. The girls were squealing in terror (me too, I confess). No more holding hands. It was now every man and every woman for him/herself. As I reached the fence, one of the girls yelled "It's following us! It's following us!" I glanced back to see the light disappear, then flicker on again, closer.

How we made it back to the car so fast, I don't know, but the moment we were all inside my boyfriend hit the gas, and we went flying down that dirt road, all of us chattering breathlessly about how it couldn't have been a person, it had to be a ghost, it couldn't have been a firefly (it was October) and on and on...

We don't know what that thing was we saw that night, but maybe, just maybe, we really don't want to know.

Answer 7

When I was little we lived in a mining area where there had been a big disaster back in the 1920's and there were all sorts of stories about the old mine shafts being haunted by the ones who never made it out alive. My Grandmother lost two brothers and her father in that accident.

Answer 8

Yea, the house was right next door. An old Italian women had died in the house which sat empty on a large overgrown lot for some time. My girlfriend and I not only made of stories but we made ourselves see things. Lights and stuff.

Answer 9

No.I don't think so. But one Halloween, my mom set up our downstairs rooms as a Haunted House. The local Clubhouse in the neighborhood always had a Haunted House for Halloween for pre-teens and teens. I'm not sure if they still do. It was real fun.

Answer 10

Every house I have ever lived in has been haunted, I think the spirits move with us. We named our most recent ghost "Rachel". She's pretty cool a bit of a prankster though, likes to run the water and open and close doors to freak out our guests.