So I've posted about house woes in another board in here, but I figured you folks may get a kick out of some of our more interesting house issues.
We got the place just over two years ago, it's a Victorian era two storey farmhouse in what's barely a village. Across the road is a former church and a small cemetery which hasn't seen a burial since the early 1900s, when apparently the building that all the records were stored in burned, so the plots were lost. There's another cemetery about 400 feet west of us, which has probably 150 plots, and was most recently used in the mid 90s. I'm not sure these have anything to do with what has happened here, neither location has given me any bad vibes... on that note, neither has our house. The church is a brewery now (yay!), and there's also an abandoned orange lodge across the road.
The first week we were living here, my iPhone was sitting on the kitchen counter and hadn't been touched for quite some time. Out of the blue, the telltale chime sounded, and Siri said "You're in my realm". I thought that was weird, and checked the notification screen on my phone, there was *nothing*.
A few days to a week later, I lost the TV remote. No biggie...
Except a few weeks later, I lost the replacement remote, after setting it next to the Apple TV remote on top of the surround speaker near the staircase to go upstairs.
A few weeks after that, its replacement was gone. (The much smaller Apple TV remote is still around!)
Some time in early winter 2018, one of our cats, Mini, woke me up in the middle of the night by pawing at my face. I shrugged it off and shooed her from the room. She came back almost immediately, pawing at my face, then hopped off of the bed and waited at the door way. I ignored her, and she repeated this, meowing when she got to the hall. I went out into the hall, and she went to the top of the stairway and waited until I followed. She went down to the TV room and just sat in the middle of the room, staring at the TV. I went back to bed... or tried to. She kept doing the same thing, leading me downstairs to the TV room every time. I figured I'd check outside to see if someone was trying to break into the garage or something, and went outside.
I can't describe the feeling I felt when I did go outside. I quite like living in the middle of nowhere, when you go outside in the middle of the night and it's so quiet you can hear the noises your head makes. This was different. It was the same dead silence, but something was just so eerily out of place. I didn't know how to describe it then, and I don't know now. The odd thing was, when I came in, I noticed the cat had been watching me from the kitchen window sill... a place I'd never seen her before (she doesn't get up on the counter, ever). All I can say is that if something approached me while I was outside that night, I definitely would have wet myself, or cried, or something.
A few other things have happened since then, cats staring at walls, things going missing. I've removed every single item from the TV room to do some demolition work, renovate, removed a gas fireplace, installed a woodstove, etc and haven't found a single missing remote.
So, fast forward to last May. There's a massive outdoor automotive flea market that happens out this way every year, usually about 200 vendors selling junk. I bumped into a former co-worker of mine who I haven't seen in ten years, but I still have on Facebook. We got chatting, and she said "Make sure you talk to the people with the gold Ford van over there, they owned your house in the 80s", so I went over and introduced myself.
"Oh, you're the guy that lives in our old house! How's the ghost?"
I started laughing...
Apparently they came home one night to find their teenage son (who was apparently a pretty tough kid) sitting in the kitchen, white as a ghost. He told them the TV kept turning itself on. The thing is, it was an old TV with a push-pull knob to turn it on and off. He'd turn it off, leave the room, and it would turn right back on.
The husband also told me one day he was bringing in firewood, and closed the door behind himself, immediately thinking that it's going to be a pain to open with a full load of wood. He turned around to open it, and it was already open.
Keys would often go missing, and always seemed to reappear in the laundry room, even if nobody had been in there for a few days.
They said they'd love to meet up and chat about the house some day, and apparently had a photo from the early 1900s of a lady on the front porch, but I haven't heard from them since. One thing they did mention was that they never felt threatened, and I feel the same way... although someone really has a fascination with TVs.
Anyway, that's all I've got. I've been trying to get some history on the place, but haven't had much luck.