Our house was built around 1830. It was abandoned when we bought it, and we were prepping it to move it to its present location. I was shoveling fallen plaster in the main hall when, just over my shoulder, a man's voice said "Stop that!" Assuming it was my husband, who had just given me the job to do, I turned to see only an empty hall. After searching a minute or two, I found Hubs on the roof. When I told him what had happened, he said, "Aw, just ignore 'em. Somebody talked to me all day yesterday!"
Since living in the house, I've heard footsteps on the stairs, when I'm home alone. I've been tapped on the shoulder, and doors pushed against me, had a feeling of a presence, and the dog's hair will stand up, then she starts to bark at an empty(?) corner.
O.K. Your turn!!!! :muahaha:
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