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To: Quilla
One can have the house exorcised/cleansed.

One can move.
428 posted on 02/12/2004 12:09:40 PM PST by Quix (Choose this day whom U will serve: Shrillery & demonic goons or The King of Kings and Lord of Lords)
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To: Quix
Our house is about 60 years old, 5000 square feet, with a two acre yard someone once loved and landscaped beautifully. No one lived in it as vines had grown over everything and it stayed on the market for 4-5 years. Each year the price was reduced. We bought it for a song. Although structurally sound, we remodeled and updated each room over time and returned the yard to its original glory.

When we first moved in and my daughter was 12, she refused to go in one room. She just said it gave her the creeps and still to this day won't go in there. Incidentally, that room had a hook and eye latch on the outside of the door. We could come up with no other reason for such a device except to lock someone IN the room. One day we ran into an old acquaintance, explained to him where we were living, and he said "that house is haunted." He wouldn't give any further explanation. Several times a day I hear something it a wall - a 3 1/2" wall with sheetrock on each side. There's no room for anything in there, yet it sounds like a rotweiller (sp). There's no way that noise is coming from a squirrel or mouse or other small animal. I'll run get my husband and every single time, the noise stops. My daughter hears similar sounds, yet every time, even if we tip-toe and whisper for my husband or son, the men never hear anything. Something's going on, but not enough to make us give up our labor of love.
451 posted on 02/12/2004 12:45:04 PM PST by Quilla
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