Hi. This is my first story and I'm going to try and be as detailed as possible so forgive me if I go overboard. My family is from a small mill town just outside Charlotte NC. Both my parents were born and raised there, but when I was five my dad got transferred and we moved to SC. The house that this took place in is my dads parents house that he grew up in. My grandmother (his mom) passed away about 10 years ago and my grandfather lived in the house until 3 years ago when my dad had to put in a nursing home because of his dementia. My dad was transferred back to NC so he and my mom moved into the house and began remodeling.
Now, and this is important, my grandmother and my mom did not get along. My grandmother, god rest her soul, was a very unpleasant women. She was manipulative and hateful. She wasn't a good mom to my dad. He is an only child. They had many, many issues that, unfortunately, were never resolved before she died. She never thought my mom was good enough for my dad. I remember lots of tension as a kid. She even went as far as to storm out of our house on Christmas day because she didn't like the present my mom got for her. So needless to say I'm sure my mother living in her house and remodeling her things is making her roll over in her grave.
Now, this all happened Thanksgiving of this past year. My husband, our two kids and I, all live in SC so we spend the night at my mom and dads whenever we come visit. The day was like any other Thanksgiving, food, drinks and all my family together. Strange things had been happening since they moved in. Things out of place, doors closing on there own, the doorbell ringing at random, all things that my are easily explained away.
This particular evening was not out of the ordinary. Nothing strange happened. We had a lovely dinner. After all my family said goodbye we got the babies ready for bed. They both sleep in my moms room. The house is fairly small. Two bedrooms one bath, living room and kitchen. The bedrooms are side by side. Me and my husband sleep in my dads old room.
So it gets late and we all go to bed. Now, my husband does not believe in ghosts. He is quite the skeptic. So when we get up the next morning and he tells me that he thinks the house is haunted I'm shocked to say the least. He tells me that about 2 or 3am he woke up because he thought he heard our son crying. He laid there for a few minutes because he knew both kids were in my moms room and she would take care of it.
As he laid there listening he realized that what he heard was not our son at all. It was a women's voice. He thought that my mom had gotten up and possibly was talking to my dad. He said he was rolling over to go back to sleep when the voice got louder. He described it as a women calling out, but he couldn't understand what she was saying. He says this went on for about half and hour. He just laid there trying to rationalize in his head all the things that it could be. My parents have 3 cats so maybe it was them playing. Or maybe it was something outside. But he said the longer he listed the more he realized it wasn't any of those things. It was definitely coming from inside the house. He finally fell back asleep.
The next morning he tells me and my mom this story and we both just laughed it off. Ha ha it must be Jane (my grandmother) harassing you. So we all just let it go.
That day things in the house were weird again. The doorbell rang 3 different times when no one was at the door. My dad finally got enough and disconnected it. Stuff in the kitchen was out of place. My coffee somehow managed to make its way from the counter where I sat it down to the top of the bookshelf while I was in the bathroom. My kids were fussy all day which may not have had anything to do with a ghost. My daughter who is usually very independent clung to me all day long. The cats were very spastic. Running about and being weird. They usually just lay around. The bathroom door refused to stay open all day. It kept slamming shut. Again all things that are explained away.
So that night we all went to bed. In the middle of the night my husband starts shaking me to wake me up. I roll over about to ask him what the hell he's thinking, I'm very unpleasant when woken up, when he covers my mouth with his hand and says "listen". So I lay there listening intently when I hear it. A women's voice. It sounded like it was in the hallway. I wasn't able to make out what it was saying, but it did indeed sound like it was calling for something. So we're both laying there listening and giggling like two school girls at how ridiculous this situation is. I begin whispering that I'm sure its the cats or something.
After a few minutes I get up the nerve to go investigate. I open the bedroom door and see what looks like a cloud of mist in the hallway. It immediately vanishes when I step out of the bedroom. So I'm standing there certain that I'm seeing things when the DISCONNECTED doorbell starts ringing. DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG. Over and over. Wakes everyone in the whole house up. My dad goes and checks the wires and they're all just as he left them. Disconnected. This goes on for a good 2 minutes then just stops. My kids are hysterical and my poor non believing husband is convinced satan himself is coming to kill us all.
We finally got the babies back to sleep and all went back to bed. The rest of the night was calm. We went home the next day. Since then my dad has gotten rid of the doorbell all together. Things still come up missing or out of place, but my mom says she hasn't heard anything at night.
Now maybe this is a ghost maybe not. My question is if it is indeed my grandmother and she's pissed off that my mom is living in her house and remodeling why isn't she calling out to her? Why bother my husband, who never even met her? I'm open to all suggestions.
Thank you for reading my story. I know its very long.
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