My father told me this story and although it isn't very
scary, I thought it was very interesting...
My great great aunt used to live in a house that was
located right on Lake Erie. She bought the house in 1947.
When she moved in, she was informed by the man who sold it
to her that it was almost 150 years old and "had some
problems". When she asked about the problems, he refused
to say anything. Well, Aunt Charlene (who was single at
the time) did not have any problems when she moved in but
about a month after when she really started redecorating,
things started to happen.
Aunt Char had a china cabinet that took up almost the
entire wall of the dining room. It was so heavy that it
took at least 4 men to move it into the house. One night
she spent several hours putting away china but decided she
was too tired to finish the job that night. About 3am, she
woke to here china rattling around in the dining room. She
thought it might be the cat and went to investigate. When
she turned on the light in the room, she could see that
all the china had been put away and the cabinet had been
moved all the way into the corner of the room, almost a
foot from where it had previously stood. Aunt Char thought
that she must have been dreaming so she went back to bed.
In the morning, sure enough, she hadn't been dreaming.
Aunt Char just blew off the incident until she wallpapered
one of the bedrooms. She spent almost two whole days
working on it and, pleased with herself, went into the
kitchen to make herself some dinner. She heard a ripping
noise coming from the bedroom. She returned to the room to
find all of the wallpaper rolled down the wall and laying
on the floor. A little dismayed, she spent two more days
putting up the wallpaper all over again. And, again, it
rolled off the wall as soon as she had finished. This
time, the wallpaper was too mangled to put back up. So,
she went and bought paint and just painted the room. After
the paint had dried, little horizontal scratches were
visible down all four walls.
Another night, Aunt Char set the dining room table for one
and went into the kitchen to get the food. When she
returned, a second place was set across the table and a
candle was set between them.
Aunt Char was beginning to get very disturbed by all of
the happenings. She starting doing research and came
across the story of the man who built the house. He was a
sea captain who hung himself in the house when he learned
that his wife cheated on him while he was away at sea.
Aunt Char realized that it was his spirit that was
haunting the house.
Aunt Char came to learn that the captain still carried
resentment towards men, probably because he believed the
man had lead his wife into temptation. A friend of Aunt
Char's came to stay with her for a couple of nights while
he was in town. This time, instead of adding a place at
the table, the captain took one away. Adam, as was Aunt
Char's friend's name, was to sleep in the guest bedroom
(It was later learned that this room was the one where the
captain hung himself). While Adam was sleeping the first
night, he felt the bed jolt to the side and woke up. As he
sat up in bed, the bed itself slid across the floor
towards the door, as if wanting him to leave the room.
When Adam tried to go into Aunt Char's room, her door shut
in his face and he could not open it. By this time, Aunt
Char was awake from all of the screaming. She got out of
bed and opened her door with no problems. After calming
Adam down, she gave him a blanket and pillow and lead him
to the couch where he fell asleep again. Several hours
before sunrise, Adam awoke to go the the bathroom. When he
returned, he could clearly see his packed suitcases (all 5
of them) sitting by the front door, which was open, and
the windowshade on the front of the house was up. By this
time, Adam had had enough. He woke Aunt Char and told her
that he would stay at a hotel the rest of his time there.
The ghost of the captain has never actually harmed anyone
(besides the cat when a vase was knocked over). In fact,
he and Aunt Char seemed to get along quite well. She told
the rest of the family that she felt like she had a
protector in the house. Over the years, the captain
continued to amuse Aunt Char with his table settings and
the occasional re-arrangement of furniture. When Aunt Char
died in 1983, our family sold the house. But, we have
always kept in contact with the neighbors that had known
Aunt Char. Since she died, the house has changed owners at
least 20 times. If they don't just leave in the middle of
the night, the people usually say that the house
has "something wrong with it" and they just can't live
there any more. Maybe soon a woman will buy the house and
the captain will take up his post again as entertainer and
protector...
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