Written Confession: The Closet “People” in the Haunted Farmhouse
The following written confession was submitted via email:
I've only lived in one haunted house (old farmhouse) and one old house that one bedroom I never felt right in along with the hayloft out in the barn.
I found out over a decade later after we moved away from that house, That a teenage girl hung herself in the hayloft decades before we lived there.
The one house I'm sure was haunted, because when my youngest daughter was three through four years old, several nights a week she would wake up talking and laughing at around 2a.m.-3a.m.
After several months of this going on, I asked her as I was getting her ready for daycare one morning, who she was talking to. She pointed to the closet and said "the people in there."
I asked if they were nice and she said they were, I asked if they would try to scare her and she said no, that they were always friendly.
One night a few months later, I rented the movie (VHS tape) Sixth Sense. When the boy in the movie said he was talking to the people in the closet, my wife freaked out!!
I had to finish the movie downstairs in the living room, with that [volume] turned down so low I had to lay on the floor in front of the TV.
A few years later we ended up divorcing, the next night after I moved the ex and the girls out of the house I was laying on the couch watching the 10 o'clock news. I heard what sounded like old work boots walking upstairs in the girls bedroom. It sounded like they came out of the closet, walked over to where the beds used to be, walked out of the room, across the upstairs, down the stairway, across the kitchen into the living room and stopped at the end of the couch where my head was laying.
I never looked up, I kept my eyes on the TV, but I noticed my dog (wolf german shepherd mix) looking like she was looking at someone right where I heard the footsteps stop. I calmly said out loud "sorry the girls don't live here anymore".
I heard the footsteps turn, walk back through the kitchen and out the back door and off the porch. As the footsteps were leaving the couch area, the dog looked as if she was watching someone walk away. That was the last time anything happened in the house. Even when I had the girls on weekend, there was no strange activity.
