My wife's first husband committed suicide in their garage turned wood shop.
I came to know her after the fact, but there was always a strange feeling about the shop.
Fast forward, I had moved in and turned the shop into my own. Nary an issue, but I would find the door locked many times, thought nothing of it.
One rainy day, I'm in there building an end table/magazine rack, when the broom, leaning against the opposite wall, falls into the MIDDLE of the shop. Spooked, but not scared, I picked up the broom, put it back in it's place, and said aloud, "Oh yeah, do that again".
I actually witnessed the broom fly from its resting position to the opposite side of the shop!!!!!!
That was enough for that day, I picked up the broom again, closed the light, and called it for the day.
There were other times when my Labrador would stand outside the shop, door open, in a full nasty growl. Kinda hinky.
When we moved from there to NH, I never bothered to let the new residents know that fact.....hehehehe.
Last edited by CSW; 04-25-2019 at 06:25 PM.
"... And miles to go before I sleep".
^^^^Okay, maybe you need to give up the bourbon for longer than just Lent.
(Says the guys who's had a few strange experiences of his own.)
Last edited by blues; 04-25-2019 at 06:53 PM.
There's nothing civil about this war.
There's more.
We had a motion controlled light in the same home that was designed to turn on the upstairs [2nd floor] lights when your head broke the 6th stair from the top landing.
There were plenty of times when either my wife or I would reach the top landing, lights on, and see a mist or black shadow travel down the hall, or feel a presence pass us in the hall.
Or have my daughter wake us in the middle of the night to tell us that the 'man' would not stop singing.......
"... And miles to go before I sleep".
Dude, you need to get a series on AMC.
There's nothing civil about this war.