“My husband repeatedly heard a woman’s voice calling his name from downstairs.”

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"After about a year of this, one of my older sister’s friends slept over. In the middle of the night, she woke the entire house up screaming, saying a little girl had been in her room and had actually pulled her out of bed. She left immediately and refused to ever come back. That was finally enough for my mom to think maybe something weird really was happening, so she asked someone for advice. 

They suggested that instead of fearing whatever was in the house, we should treat the presence like part of the family. So every time we came home, we’d say things like, “Hi, we’re home! Did you have a good day?” And somehow, over time, everything settled down. The strange activity stopped completely. Later, we found out that a little girl had actually died in the house from asthma years earlier. My parents still live there today, and honestly, it’s become a really beautiful and cozy home."

"I sleep in the attic, and to get there I have to walk through that unused floor first. It’s a really weird layout. There’s a motion-activated light up there that usually turns on as I’m walking up the stairs, but it also randomly switches on in the middle of the night when nobody is anywhere near it. And then there are the cold spots."

"Without saying anything to my girlfriend, I got up and checked the living room. My sister was still asleep on the couch. I sat back down and casually asked my girlfriend if she had seen anything weird on the camera. She immediately replied, “Yeah, I just saw your sister go upstairs.” 

Another time, my whole family was getting ready to leave somewhere. I was already sitting in the car with my mom while we waited for my sister to come outside. Eventually she got in the car looking completely freaked out. I asked what was wrong, and she said that right before leaving the house she thought I was still upstairs, so she yelled, “We’re leaving!” And apparently I yelled back, “Okay, I’ll be down in a minute!” Except I had already been sitting in the car the entire time.

Then there was the time my mom woke up because someone was tapping her foot. She said there was a person standing at the end of her bed who slowly faded away after a few seconds. She said it looked exactly like me. I also had one experience where I woke up feeling like someone was lying under the covers next to me, pressed against my side the way my girlfriend normally would. The second I spoke, the blanket visibly deflated and the feeling disappeared.

Years later, when I was 22 and in the military, I got diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. About a month after the diagnosis, I went home for the holidays. Anyone with insulin-dependent diabetes usually carries around some sort of medical kit. Mine was a black zip-up pouch with all my supplies inside. Right after I left to return from leave, my mom texted me asking if I was missing my diabetic kit. I checked my bag and told her no. Then she sent me a photo of a completely different diabetic kit I had never seen before in my life. Apparently, my sister had found it sitting outside her second-floor bedroom window, carefully propped up like someone had placed it there. Nobody else we knew had diabetes."

"Another time, I had friends over and told them I thought the house was haunted. Nobody believed me, so jokingly I said out loud, “If something’s here, do something to prove it.” Immediately, every light in the house started flickering nonstop for about a minute straight. It was the middle of the day, and everyone there saw it happen. 

Then there was the night my roommate stayed up late locking doors and turning off lights. As he was leaving the living room, he turned his back to the room and suddenly heard someone breathe directly into his ear: “Haaaa…” He thought it was me messing with him until he turned around and realized nobody was there because I was asleep in my room. He freaked out so badly he pissed himself, ran into his bedroom, and refused to come back out to turn off the lights or TV."

"The thing that pissed me off the most, though, was the brand-new Kit-Cat Clock I got for Christmas. I was cooking one day and saw something fly across the kitchen out of the corner of my eye. I turned around and my clock had literally been thrown off the wall. It landed all the way across the room completely broken. It was brand new. Man, she was a bitch.

I never actually saw her, but you somehow just knew who she was and what she looked like. Kind of like when you talk to someone on the phone for a long time and build a picture of them in your head without ever seeing them. She felt tall, taller than me at least, and dressed in clothes that seemed more fitting for the turn of the century. I also got the strange impression that she wasn’t much older than I was at the time, and for some reason, I always felt like she never swore.

I have no problem calling her “the bitch,” though, because years later I met someone who had lived in that same house 20 or 30 years before I did. While we were casually talking about the place, he suddenly asked me point-blank, “Is the bitch still there?”

Apparently, she had been around for decades, and everyone who lived there ended up calling her that. His biggest complaint was that she used to open cans of beer and leave them sitting out so they’d go flat and warm."

"The first time I checked after hearing noises, the door to that room was open. I shut it and locked it. Two nights later, I heard footsteps again. They sounded like they were moving from that unfinished room to the upstairs bathroom. Then silence. 

The worst part was the door. That door absolutely refused to stay shut or locked. I tried everything. Eventually I shoved a bed in front of it just to keep it closed. That seemed to work for a while, but even then I’d randomly find the door unlocked again. As time went on, the noises spread throughout the entire house. Mostly footsteps, sometimes loud unexplained THUMPS. It’s hard to explain how horrifying it is to hear faint tapping moving up and down the hallway outside the bathroom while you’re showering. 

Eventually I moved out, and another employee from the company moved in after me. He lasted about a month. One morning while he was shaving before work, he suddenly heard a massive SLAM outside his bedroom, like someone had dropped a huge stack of books onto the floor. Right after that came heavy footsteps sprinting down the hallway. He refused to stay in the house after that. As far as I know, nobody else at the company will live there anymore."

"She eventually went back to sleep and later came downstairs to find my uncle and his friend sitting there talking. She casually asked where the maid had gone because she thought breakfast was being made. My uncle looked completely confused and asked her to describe the woman. After she did, he started laughing, walked her into the living room, and pointed at an old photograph hanging on the wall. She immediately said, “That’s her.” And my uncle replied, “Yeah… she’s been dead for about 100 years.”"

"After that, weird things kept happening upstairs. The attic doors would slowly swing open on their own whenever I had to go up there, almost like they wanted me to come inside. My toys would disappear for months, only for my parents to eventually find them while digging through the attic for Christmas decorations. 

We moved out when I was 10, but less than a week later the new owners called asking if the house was haunted. Their daughter claimed she had been playing with a blonde-haired girl upstairs at night. My parents laughed it off at first, but the family stayed in touch with us and eventually said the girl started appearing in other parts of the house too. 

They’d look over while watching TV and see her sitting on their daughter’s lap. Eventually, they researched the history of the house and found that one of the former owners had been a dressmaker. They even found an old photograph of a little blonde girl wearing one of the dresses she had made. According to them, the whole thing tore their family apart. The parents divorced, the father stayed living in the house, and years later he died there by suicide."

"My husband also repeatedly heard a woman’s voice calling his name from downstairs. The building has two floors, a basement, and a loft, and several times he thought I had come home from work and was calling for him from the bottom of the stairs. He’d answer and tell me to come upstairs. Except the building would be completely empty. That apparently happened four or five separate times. 

The creepiest thing happened one Saturday morning. My husband was in another room working on his computer while I was upstairs in the apartment messing around with a Tamagotchi app on my iPad. Sitting in front of me was an old stereo. Suddenly, I heard it click on. Then a young girl’s voice started speaking through it. At first I ignored it because my husband often put music on before teaching morning classes, so I assumed he was controlling it from the computer. 

I remember thinking the audio sounded bizarre, though. The girl was calmly introducing herself, saying things like: “Hi, my name is…” I think she said Katie, but I’m not sure because I wasn’t paying close attention at first. Then she said things like her age, where she was from, random details. It went on for maybe two or three minutes while I half-listened. Then suddenly the voice said: “Something’s hurting me.” That got my attention immediately. I looked up at the stereo, confused. Then the voice said: “Something’s killing me. Something killed me.” At that point the hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. 

I got off the couch and slowly started walking toward the stereo while the voice kept talking: “Please… someone tell my parents… tell the teachers… tell the corrections officer…” The second I heard “corrections officer,” I completely lost it and bolted into the other room screaming at my husband because I was convinced he was pulling some horrible prank involving a dead child. I was yelling at him, telling him we don’t joke about things like that, while he looked completely confused. Once I finally explained what had happened, he walked me back into the room to show me something. The stereo wasn’t even plugged in.

"Then a few months later, in early 2018, I was putting her and her baby brother to bed when she suddenly said, “Now it’s time for bed. Just me and you and him and her.” At first I figured “him” might mean her baby brother, but she barely acknowledged him back then because she was still adjusting to having a sibling. What really stuck with me was the “her.” There was no other woman in the room. The cat wasn’t there either, and there weren’t any dolls or toys nearby.

Then later that spring, a new name entered the picture: “Mr. Longneck.” For context, my daughter has always had this strange habit of touching people’s necks. It started before we moved into the house, and we always just brushed it off as a weird kid thing. One afternoon while putting her down for a nap, she grabbed my neck harder than usual and growled, “Mr. Longneck! Mr. Longneck!”

I had never heard the name before. It wasn’t from any TV show, movie, YouTube video, or toy she owned. When I asked who Mr. Longneck was, she just giggled and fell asleep shortly afterward.

Then recently, I decided to ask her about it again. At first she acted like she didn’t remember “That Guy,” but the second I mentioned Mr. Longneck, her face lit up.

According to her, Mr. Longneck is a grown-up man who wears “monster clothes” and a hat. She says he’s nice, but also scary. Apparently, he says “Trick or Treat” even though he doesn’t wear a costume. She also says he lives far away and goes into the sky with Santa to his house.

Then she explained that he comes to our house during nap time. She described him knocking on our patio door, walking through the kitchen, and moving through the living room. While explaining it, she physically pointed out the exact route he supposedly takes through the house.

I asked what he does there, and she casually mentioned that he plays with her in the kitchen using a specific toy: this old Fisher-Price pull-string farm toy with a spinning cow on it. The thing is, she never plays with that toy. I barely even see it around the house, and I’ve definitely never seen it in the kitchen.

Then I asked if Mr. Longneck ever brings anyone with him. She said yes. According to her, he sometimes brings a little girl who “has yellow hair like me.”"

"Then I started school, and some of the kids immediately asked, “Oh my God, do you live in Kevin’s house? Your house is haunted!” Apparently, Kevin was an 8-year-old boy who had lived there before us and had been hit by a car and killed in the front yard. After that, weird things constantly happened in the house. If you left out paper and a pen, little notes would appear. Doors would open and close on their own. The thermostat, the old kind with the turning knob, would randomly get adjusted. And every year around Christmas time, Christmas music would somehow start playing by itself. We also had a swing set in the backyard, and even on the hottest, stillest summer days, the left swing would always be moving back and forth by itself."

"Whenever it got bad enough, I’d eventually sit in the car with the baby while my husband burned sage through the house. He always said the air felt heavy while he was doing it, like something angry was there. He even claimed he’d see figures moving through the smoke coming toward him.

A lot of weird things happened in that house, but two moments still stand out to me.

One day I was taking a shower while my son sat in one of those little baby bouncer seats in the bathroom doorway. I pulled back the shower curtain, and at that exact moment, a can of air freshener sitting on the back of the toilet flew across the room straight toward my baby. If the bathroom door hadn’t been slightly closed, it would have hit him directly. I completely lost it. I started screaming into the room, saying if something wanted to mess with someone, it should mess with me instead because he was just a baby.

Right as I was yelling, the detachable shower head suddenly ripped loose and came flying at me before the cord snapped tight and it swung downward. That shut me up immediately.

The other thing happened late one night. My husband and I were lying in bed talking while our son slept in his room just down the tiny hallway. Because he was on oxygen and connected to a pulse oximeter monitor, we kept a baby monitor on at all times in case alarms went off. After talking for a while, we said goodnight and tried to go to sleep. Not even five minutes later, both of us heard a little girl laughing through the baby monitor. Clear as day. My husband immediately jumped out of bed ready to search the house, but honestly, I already knew there was nobody there.

I was so terrified I literally froze in place. I do not miss that house at all."

"At the top of the stairs there was an open railing overlooking part of the hallway. As she reached the landing and looked to the right, she saw a pair of legs standing there tapping along to the music. She said she never even looked up far enough to see if there was a body attached to them. The second she saw the legs, the music stopped, and they slowly started turning toward her. My mom immediately ran downstairs and out of the house. 

After that, she made me sleep in her room for almost a week, and I was 15 years old at the time. Honestly, there were a ton of experiences in that house. At one point, even this huge skeptical construction worker who came by the property turned completely pale after being inside. That house was no joke."

"One day, while talking to another mom at the apartment playground, my sister casually mentioned what had been happening. 

The other woman got visibly uncomfortable and told her it was creepy considering a man had apparently overdosed in that exact apartment a few years earlier. Even worse, the room that had belonged to the man’s son was now my niece’s room. My mom got curious and started researching it. 

Eventually she found the man’s name, which led her to his obituary online. She pulled up the photo from the obituary on the computer and called my niece into the room without saying anything. My niece took one look at the screen from the doorway and immediately started screaming about “the man.” To this day, I have absolutely no explanation for how she recognized him."