Psiload
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I posted this on a woo woo board, and I thought I'd bring it over here and share it with you good people... just for poops and giggles:
I lived in a haunted house for two years. At least, they told me it was haunted.
The history of the house was about as good as you're going to see for haunted house potential... as good as any Hollywood screenwriter could come up with.
Southampton, NY... on the East end of Long Island. My wife and I lived in "The Topping House", which was directly across the street from Southampton Hospital, and WAS the original hospital. Here's a little history for those who are interested...
http://www.southamptonhospital.org/about.htm
http://members.aol.com/TombView/rubbings.html
Pretty Creepy, huh?
I lived in the house for two years and here is a list of the "paranormal" phenomena my wife and I experienced:
1- Doodley squat.
2- More of the same.
Nothing, Nada, Zip... seriously. No rattling chains. No appiritions. No disembodied screaming or moaning... unless you count the time I ate 4 microwave burritos in one go... my wife may have heard some moaning coming from the john that night. Sure, it was an old house, and it creaked and groaned, but no more than any other old house that I've been in, and a lot less than some. My dog never acted strangely... well, no more strange than it usually does. I hear tell that animals are supposed to be more "sensitive" to the types of things, but my dumb mutt just layed around all day and stunk the place up, same as she does in our new house.
My wife was a busy obstetrics doctor in private practice, and I spent MANY nights alone in the house... not once did I ever feel scared, threatened, uneasy, etc...
In two years... nothing. No blood-belching toilets. No glowing-eyed pigs, No Native American spirits come back to wreck vengence on me for having desecrated their sacred burial grounds. It was kind of a disappointment. What? I wasn't good enough for the spooks? They were too busy causing a ruckus over west on the LIE at that house in Amityville?
I once met a "psychic medium" at a dinner party, and after telling her the curious history of the "haunted house" I was living in, she fairly begged me to let her tour the house.. I agreed, and she visited about a week later. She confirmed everything I had told her... the living room had been the operating room, the "ice room" had been a morgue, etc... She felt "cold spots", and "the memory energy of death" all over the house, yada, yada, yada...
One small problem though... she wasn't in The Topping House. I had actually taken her to a friend's house down the street. The house had been built in the 1960's. My friend's family had built the house, and lived in it ever since. No one had ever died in the house, and it certainly had never served as a hospital.
During those two years, I never once saw a haunted house... but I saw plenty of haunted minds.
I lived in a haunted house for two years. At least, they told me it was haunted.
The history of the house was about as good as you're going to see for haunted house potential... as good as any Hollywood screenwriter could come up with.
Southampton, NY... on the East end of Long Island. My wife and I lived in "The Topping House", which was directly across the street from Southampton Hospital, and WAS the original hospital. Here's a little history for those who are interested...
http://www.southamptonhospital.org/about.htm
Ninety years later... my wife and I set up housekeeping in "The Topping House", which was still owned by the hospital, but had long since been turned back into a residential house. The place was creepy... Hollywood creepy.... the quintessential "haunted house" big, old, a little rundown, and it came with a confrmed history of death and dying. Hundreds of people had died in the house... this is no ghost story, this is fact, a matter of record. I saw the names and the records with my own eyes. Many of the locals in town, and a bunch our neighbors told us that the house had a long reputation of "strange goings on", and some of them came right out and declared that they were worried about us living in what they were sure was a most certainly haunted house. There were some people who refused to step foot in the house. My sister-in-law refused to sleep in the house when she visited after I told her the history of the house. She stayed at a hotel. The living room in which I would drink my Guinness, scratch my butt, and watch the boob tube, had been the Operating Room... as evidenced by the metal brackets on the ceiling on which the gas-powered OR lamps had once hung. The bedroom in which my wife and I slept had been a TB ward... the oversized tile scrub sinks were still in the bathroom. There was an "ice room" in the basement that had once served as the morgue. That's were I stored my Guinness... perfect temperature for stout. There were many other creepy things about the house... like the stairway to nowhere. You opened a closet door, and there was a dark flight of stairs that went up, turned a corner, and then ended at a blank wall- a dead end. Creepier still... one day I was storing some stuff in the "stairs to nowhere" closet, and I noticed a bunch of rolls of paper stuck in a little niche below one of the steps. They were old, yellowed grave stone rubbings... of children's graves, dating in the late 1800's. FYI... gravestone rubbings for those not familiar with the... hobby?:
http://members.aol.com/TombView/rubbings.html
Pretty Creepy, huh?
I lived in the house for two years and here is a list of the "paranormal" phenomena my wife and I experienced:
1- Doodley squat.
2- More of the same.
Nothing, Nada, Zip... seriously. No rattling chains. No appiritions. No disembodied screaming or moaning... unless you count the time I ate 4 microwave burritos in one go... my wife may have heard some moaning coming from the john that night. Sure, it was an old house, and it creaked and groaned, but no more than any other old house that I've been in, and a lot less than some. My dog never acted strangely... well, no more strange than it usually does. I hear tell that animals are supposed to be more "sensitive" to the types of things, but my dumb mutt just layed around all day and stunk the place up, same as she does in our new house.
My wife was a busy obstetrics doctor in private practice, and I spent MANY nights alone in the house... not once did I ever feel scared, threatened, uneasy, etc...
In two years... nothing. No blood-belching toilets. No glowing-eyed pigs, No Native American spirits come back to wreck vengence on me for having desecrated their sacred burial grounds. It was kind of a disappointment. What? I wasn't good enough for the spooks? They were too busy causing a ruckus over west on the LIE at that house in Amityville?
I once met a "psychic medium" at a dinner party, and after telling her the curious history of the "haunted house" I was living in, she fairly begged me to let her tour the house.. I agreed, and she visited about a week later. She confirmed everything I had told her... the living room had been the operating room, the "ice room" had been a morgue, etc... She felt "cold spots", and "the memory energy of death" all over the house, yada, yada, yada...
One small problem though... she wasn't in The Topping House. I had actually taken her to a friend's house down the street. The house had been built in the 1960's. My friend's family had built the house, and lived in it ever since. No one had ever died in the house, and it certainly had never served as a hospital.
During those two years, I never once saw a haunted house... but I saw plenty of haunted minds.
