Old houses freak me out, but I’ve always been drawn to the Victorian style ones, and I don’t know why. I always expect to see something, like a ghost or a spirit, or a demon, or some evidence of something supernatural, but I have yet to actually experience anything other than a few unexplained cold spots and a feeling of being watched.
When I was a kid, there was a corner of the house my family lived in that always freaked me out. There were always loud “house-settling” noises like pops, cracks, and bangs that came from that corner, but it was always colder than the rest of the living room. I knew, somehow, that there was something there, and I would never sit on the end of the couch that was near that corner. If I did, I always felt uneasy.
The other place in the house was the bathroom. I remember feeling something there as well, and my mom swears up and down that we had a ghost in there. When I told her a few years ago that I thought the “old house” (built in the 70s I think) had ghosts, she said, “oh yeah, the one in the bathroom.” I don’t know if she ever saw it, but I know she felt it.
To this day, basements scare me as well. Ours was creepy because the lighting wasn’t good and the lights were the kind with pull-strings, so you had to go into the dark to pull the string to turn on the light. The basement was where our washer and dryer were, right next to the gaping hole for the sump pump, and I sometimes couldn’t go down to the basement, I would freeze and stop part of the way down. I always felt that I was being watched there, but I don’t think anything was malevolent, just watchful. As far as we know, no one died in the house, but I don’t know anything else about it. We moved out when I was ten years old, so I never had the chance to explore the ghost theories as anything other than speculation.
The house my parents live in (where we moved when I was ten), is definitely not haunted, and I don’t feel anything there like I did at our previous house.
When I was fourteen, my grandfather died, and we cleaned out and sold his house, which was an old farmhouse. I could never go into the basement because it always felt like something was there, the upstairs felt like something was there, and the master bedroom also made me uneasy. I think my grandmother, who died when I was four, was often there in spirit, but not knowing the history of the house before that makes me wonder what else could have been there.
When my sister was in college, she lived with her boyfriend (now husband) in a rented room in an old house from the early 1900s. That was another house that sometimes made me uncomfortable when I would visit, especially if I was alone in a room. The house is too old to not have something attached to it, even if it had been remodeled a few times, the bones are still old. My sister and her husband saw ghosts while they lived there. One was a man dressed in early 1900s clothing who would pace their bedroom over and over, and every time he appeared, that’s what he did. The other appeared in another bedroom when she was there with her husband’s sister. My sister says they seemed more like memories of actions those people did in life than actual spirits, and they performed the same action over and over without deviating from it. She didn’t feel anything strange from it, but I do believe she said the house had cold spots as well.
I would love to experience something definitively supernatural, but at the same time, I would probably pee myself, scream, and run away.