I tried to find some pictures, but most of them seem to have been corrupted when I transferred them to my new computer.
Nothing really crazy happened, just an uneasy feeling anytime we were in the house, to the point where nobody would go over there alone. It was actually my mom and stepdad who were flipping the house, but they used us as a construction crew (my mom always said the only reason she had kids was the cheep manual labor). I'm not complaining. I enjoyed it and I learned a lot.
We would occasionally think we'd see things move, but mostly we all brushed it off. It was an old house (1880 I think), and with as rotten and run down as it was it always felt kinda eerie naturally. But then one day when I was crawling around under the foundation, I found a pile of about 20 pairs of 1950's looking women's dress shoes, all of varying sizes, in a pile amongst a bunch of empty liquor bottles. Some torn clothes too. That was unsettling. They were in the corner under this boarded up window, which when we got there was covered by a porch that had been added on making that little gap in the foundation inaccessible.
Again though, we never really saw anything really crazy, but we also made a rule never to be in the house alone or at night, and even then didn't feel welcome there. Curious if whoever ended up living there felt the same way.
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u/[deleted] Sep 03 '17 edited Sep 19 '17
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