My parents built my childhood home in the 70's, and still live there. No one has ever died inside, but it is about 10 miles from the nearest small town, so it's secluded, and the land is covered with 20 foot circular mounds that I have always been told were made by Indians.
I remember as a child in that house I would regularly hear people chatting in the next room, only to enter the room looking for my parents and find it empty. Sometimes the talking would shift to a different room, or it would stop altogether. I often thought the sounds were my parents watching television (sometimes for hours) only to find they had gone to bed already. These noises occurred day in and day out when I was the only one indoors or when everyone was inside. I was probably in high school when it finally occurred to me that this regular "oh, it's those noises again" thing was strange or even paranormal.
It was when I was in high school; I began to experience an entirely different sort of noise. There are a set of sounds that people make, and living with them, you learn them instinctively, i.e. The timbre of your mother clearing her throat, or the subtly unique sound of your father's boots when he comes in the backdoor. There would be times when I was home alone that I would hear these sounds. One time for instance, it was as if my mother was sitting two feet from me on the couch and cleared her throat. She was in fact at a meeting at the time. How could I hear a sound my mom makes disembodied like that when she was elsewhere? It's never actual words, but maybe a cough, or footsteps. It has left me questioning whether noises I had always attributed to my parents aren't really something else, but there have been instances when the sound came from mid-air too close at hand to mistake its position. Could it be telepathy or time slipping?
Other times, I would be woken by someone talking in the room. Once, a man said my name, and another time, someone said "I love you", accompanied by shaking my shoulder. At the time no one close to me had ever died.
These sorts of things still happen on occasion when I visit, but there is one thing I am sad to say doesn't happen anymore. From before I can remember until I was a teenager, as I was going to sleep there was always music. Sometimes the music was singing, and one time, it was just this really powerful noise. When I was little and asked my mom about it, she told me it must be angels singing. I don't really know what to make of it, now. My mother never sang to me at bedtime, so it wasn't as if I was thinking about music, or that it could have been her when I was half asleep. It was pretty cool though.
None of this really frightens me, but one time, I had a couple of friends over. We were all crammed onto a four wheeler so we could drive out to one of the fields on my parent's rather extensive property. It was several years ago and I don't remember exactly what we were doing at the time. I was driving the four wheeler when we stopped in the middle of the field when all of a sudden, both of my friends were adamant they wanted to leave, so we left. Once we were closer to home, we stopped, and I asked them why they had wanted to leave so suddenly. They were still shaken up at the time and frightened. They had both heard a woman screaming bloody murder. I hadn't heard it at all, of course. I don't know how near they thought the sound was. I told them that sometimes mountain lions are said to sound like women screaming, but I have never heard or seen one, and didn't hear it at that time either. They both have confessed to me that the property is distinctly creepy in a wild sort of way that I assume I must be used to.
Another time, these same two friends and I were camping in a different field. I zonked out while they stayed awake talking for some time. I was told later that night that for about an hour, something that sounded like a wild animal had been growling and making slobbery, breathy noises. It came closer and closer to the fire until it should have been close enough to see, but nothing was there. They were quite frightened and wanted to spend the rest of the night in the house. I vouch for their credibility as well as for their backbone, because I have experienced other things with each of them, and far worse with one of them.
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