Me reading this to start my day at 6 am on a Sunday morning kinda feels somehow. So you experienced this also with other kids, that's a whole lot of memories for a child. I thought they only happened in movies tbh.
I've heard about haunted houses even here in my country but haven't experienced one before because even if I hear any noise at night cause I'm a night owl myself, I never stop for anything because I just don't want to believe in the paranormal until you come out to me in the open. If you're just making sounds then it's me thinking just my friends trying to prank me.
However now that I'm older I know God exists by cause since the devil exists then there has to be an opposing force to accompany that too.
I loved my grandmother, but I HATED going over there to spend the night because it was basically haunted. There was a tunnel large enough for a child to crawl through that went way back directly under the house that I blogged about.
Mt train set was in the basement right next to the tunnel hole under the stairs, and I would always keep the basement door open when I was down there. They think it may have been a moonshiners tunnel from back in the 20s during prohibition when alcohol sales were illegal in America.
My sister crawled in there once, I refused.
I blogged about it a bit years ago in: The Hole under the Stairs....
The female ghost was known to my mother and aunts and uncles that grew up there. So she was a known thing. This area was known for mobsters, and it was said that she was killed by a jealous mob member and refused to move on.
Grandmom would order her out in the pitch black living room with a Bible in her hand. We were so scared, but once we tipped downstairs and saw some sort of diffuse humanoid shape talking to grandmom in a raspy voice as the streetlights peeked through the windows.
The kids that laughed about it at school, weren't laughing when they stayed the night, and nobody ever stayed twice. Grandmom was fearless though, and everytime she told that bitch to leave in the name of Jesus, she did. If you had lived with us for months at a time in that scary house, you would have believed it, because you would have seen (and heard) it yourself.
Damn, now im scared 😱
It looked like a story from a fairytale movie at first. If it were around here I think there are ancient and traditional ways to get the ghost out of the house if it's scaring the kids that much. But I guess stuff like that doesn't exist out there anymore.
They did end up calling somebody in because I was the last one willing to go and stay with grandmom to keep her company. But even in my late teens, I FLAT OUT REFUSED to set foot in the place anymore.
Also, since we didn't know where the basement tunnel went (It sloped slightly down, and then turned right), I was always afraid that somebody (a human) would come up and out via the basement. So I always kept that door locked and begged her to get a dog, but she wouldn't.
Some religous people came in and did something (I wasn't there), and then after that, we didn't have either the woman, or the tall hallway "thing" show up anymore. But I still kept my bedroom light on all night long when I stayed there.