This House is Taken
When my husband and I were searching for a house to buy in 2008, our realtor took us to see a cute Cape home that had a few acres of land. It sounded great and the price was excellent, so we couldn’t wait to see it. We went there on a bright, sunny Saturday morning. The realtor told us that the house was already vacant, so we didn’t have to worry about anyone being there while we did the walk-through.
When we pulled into the driveway I was looking up at the front of the house and I swore I saw a man leaning down to look out one of the upstairs windows at us. But he was there and gone before I could get a good look. I asked the realtor if anyone else was coming today, maybe a maintenance person or another realtor. She said no, why? I noticed that there were no cars parked in the driveway or on the street near the house, so I started thinking, hmmm. “No reason, just curious.” I said to the realtor, and we parked and walked up onto the porch to go into the house.
I have to say, even before we entered the house, I had a weird feeling. It was like the land around us was “hushed,” like people were staring at us or hiding or something, but I couldn’t see anyone so I dismissed it.
When we walked into the living room, it felt like the air pressure in the room was too heavy. Like it was hard to breathe and move. I tried to ignore it and we kept moving through the house. The house was cute but I couldn’t shake the feeling of pressure, almost like the house was trying to push us back out the front door.
When we walked upstairs to see the bedrooms, as soon as I went up the last step at the top, I was overwhelmed by a heavy stench of sulfur – like someone had lit a thousand matches and blown them out quickly. I looked at my husband and our realtor, but neither of them seemed to notice anything. Each of the two bedrooms had a horrible smell too – but not sulfur. One of them smelled like really strong cat urine (you know that ammonia smell) and the other smelled like rotting garbage. Ugh!!! It was so strong that I was trying not to gag, but again my husband and the realtor didn’t say anything! I started to wonder if something was wrong with me…LOL!
Then we went downstairs to see the basement, and that heavy pressure feeling got SO INTENSE that I couldn’t stand it. I was just about to say to my husband and realtor let’s get out of here – but someone else said it for me! A deep male gravelly voice said loudly, “get out” and the basement light started flickering off and on. We all three looked at each other and flew up the stairs and out of the house.
Needless to say we did not buy that house! Our realtor did some research on the history of the home and she couldn’t really find any reason for what we experienced, no one was ever murdered there that we know of, or anything else weird.
We just chalked it up as one of those unexplainable things.
Jessica M.
Springfield, MA

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