The house I grew up in was bulit around the 1870s, old two story farm house with enclosed stairway to the second floor bedrooms. While growing up we never had any thing happen. After my father passed and my mother moved out it was just my sister and I living there. House was quieter most of the time. We had bedrooms upstairs and if we stayed upstairs not moving much with nothing on, like reading in bed, after a few hours we could hear distint foot steps down stairs walking around. As soon as we would get up they would stop. Very repeatable and happened frequently. I know of at least one man that died in the house, he was badly injured while cutting hay with a horse drawn haymower. He was working on it when the horses spoked and took off, he was dragged on the sickle and was cut up very badly, died in the house the next day. Never bothered us and I have torn that house down and bulit on the same spot with nothing strange happening in this house in 19 years.
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