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Boss went to the kitchen to make drinks, my brother went into the living room where a man in a red and black flannel shirt was sitting on the couch, who smiled at bro.
My brother turned away for a second, but when he looked back the flannel shirt guy was gone.
Shaken he asked the boss about it, who was nonplussed, "Oh, that's just Clarence, the former owner, who died in the house. But he always stops back in around Christmas every year."
Not as scary as a talking cat, but my brother was shaken, none the less.
It was really creepy, and I woke up and my teeth hurt.
http://www.orangecoast.com/features/2013…
Some years back, I was house-hunting with my boyfriend, and we stopped at a property to get a look at it before bothering the owner/agent/whoever for an interior look.
So we're walking around the house, and he's in the back, and I go on the front porch and look in the windows.
Can't really see anything because of the lace curtains, but if you were to crouch down just so, you could just see a magnificent fireplace.
I went to go find my partner so I could show him.
We go back on the porch, and the curtains had been opened, offering a clear view into the living room (and that magnificent fireplace)
A little spook work later, we figured out the spirit was an older woman who'd died in the house, and she didn't mean any harm.
When we met the agent/owner to view the interior, I asked about the history of the house, and was told that it was her MIL's, and she had died in the house a few months back.
(We didn't end up renting the house, but it wasn't because of the spook. )
when my son was 2-1/2 or so, we were in a rental house. we hadn't been there long at all. he was alone in the living room and i was down the hall. i heard him talking, and i decided to spy, (you know, it's cute the things they do at that age when they think nobody's watching). from about halfway down the hall i realize he's having one half of a conversation. i listen a minute, then go to the end of the hall where i can see him. he's standing facing an empty chair, still talking.
i asked him, "who are you talking to?" he looked over at me and pointed at the chair, then looked back at the chair and said, "oh. he's gone now." then he just turned and walked away.
Well, one day I was down there sweeping and none of my roommates weren't around and I got a call on my cell phone, and it was a unknown number. So I answered and at first it was quiet on the line and so I'm asking "Hello? Hello?" thinking it's just a wrong number. And then this little girl's voice starts FUCKING SINGING "every day..............we go down to the sea...........and so we go.............down to the sea" with these long pauses between verses. I'm fucking loosing my mind scared, but I can't hang up because I'm just waiting for some asshole kids to start laughing. And after a moment I realize it's not that kind of prank so I hang up and immediately run outside and refuse to go back inside until my roommates get back, because I'm not stupid and what if the call was coming from inside the house? Suffice it to say, I definitely did not linger in the basement any more.