Ghost hunters?

Are they still there? If not, then why the hell not.

My house had a suicide. Big deal.

Jake Havechek: If it's cheap enough, why not? The dead can't hurt you.

Sure they can, if they knew the right probate attorney in life.

In any case, a house where a serial killer lived and dumped bodies can have real value to the right collector.

Jake Havechek: If it's cheap enough, why not? The dead can't hurt you.

THIS.

I know somebody bought the Kendall Francois house in Poughkeepsie, fixed it up and sold it for about $100K a decade ago. It's in a decent neighborhood a block from Vassar College. There's probably a bunch of cute co-eds renting it even as we speak...like that's not a horror-movie plot.

from the Plain Dealer article:

"I can't wait until they knock it down, everybody wants it to go," said Eli Tayeh, who owns Imperial Deli and Beverage that Sowell frequented across from the property.
Tayeh, 54, said he can still smell odors from the residence when it rains.
"It is a bad memory, I never want to have to look at that house again."

// He's 52. They got permission from his step-mother's mother to inspect the house. Was he older than his step-mother?

notmtwain: said he can still smell odors from the residence when it rains.

That was my concern.

TwistedIvory: My house had a suicide. Big deal.

I would like to think that it wouldn't be a big deal to me as well...but I know that if a sound woke me in the middle of the night the first thing my overactive imagination would think of is that the tortured soul of that person was somehow out for revenge. I would envision the girl from The Ring was just outside my door....

It would only be for a second or two and then the logical, reasoning part of my brain would kick in and remind that that's bullshiat. But those two seconds would be enough to ensure that I wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon.

/yeah, I'm a chicken
//seen too many movies

I already did, who cares?

brb. ghostly moaning.

miss diminutive: TwistedIvory: My house had a suicide. Big deal.

I would like to think that it wouldn't be a big deal to me as well...but I know that if a sound woke me in the middle of the night the first thing my overactive imagination would think of is that the tortured soul of that person was somehow out for revenge. I would envision the girl from The Ring was just outside my door....

It would only be for a second or two and then the logical, reasoning part of my brain would kick in and remind that that's bullshiat. But those two seconds would be enough to ensure that I wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon.

/yeah, I'm a chicken
//seen too many movies

No matter where you are, if people have lived in the area before you, then chances are, somebody died near or at where you are.

RexTalionis: No matter where you are, if people have lived in the area before you, then chances are, somebody died near or at where you are.

See, I know this. It makes total sense. The thought doesn't bother me during the day when I'm looking at it logically. In the middle of the night, when my brain is clouded by sleep and the house makes weird noises I forget everything I know. It's like my brain sheds a few million years of evolution and I basically become some paranoid doormouse.

miss diminutive: RexTalionis: No matter where you are, if people have lived in the area before you, then chances are, somebody died near or at where you are.

See, I know this. It makes total sense. The thought doesn't bother me during the day when I'm looking at it logically. In the middle of the night, when my brain is clouded by sleep and the house makes weird noises I forget everything I know. It's like my brain sheds a few million years of evolution and I basically become some paranoid doormouse.

Would it help if you had something that block the sounds of the night? Maybe a white noise machine (if your computer is near you, you can use simplynoise.com as a noise machine) Perhaps a poster bed with heavy drapes? Although that might be a bit too Dickensian.

Seeing the Sacbee tag, I figured it was going to be Dorothea Puente's house.

TwistedIvory: My house had a suicide. Big deal.

Would be creepier if you said:

"My house had my suicide in it. Big deal."

I think I have ghosts in my home.

I keep hearing... "rawr... Piss me off and I will possess yoOOOoou." It's either that or, "gawd... Pay me or I will repossess your caAAAaar."

Either way, I'm scared.

I rented a house. It was beautiful. Really strange design, like Frank Loyd Wright-ish. I would link to it on Google maps but it's on a small street in Athens, OH.

On the last day -- when we were moving out -- an elderly man approached us and asked if he could tour the house because he grew up there. He was telling us stories about how his father was, at one time, one of the few doctors in the area. He also explained some of the strange design features (his father designed and built the house himself). Then he led us into the backyard, which was basically a small forest about the size of half a city block that you could cut through to get to town. He asked us to pull away some of the ferns that grew everywhere on the ground, and there, not 20 feet from the house, was a graveyard.

Apparently it was for babies that died when his father was trying to deliver them.

/CSB

probesport: My house was built in the '20s part of an old farm that dated back to the late 1800's. I'm sure it had its share of dead people.

Doesn't bug me, I'd live in a funeral home if I liked it enough - I mean some people are dying to get in.

One of my best buds live in a funeral home, or rather, he lives in the floor above it. Of course, he was also a funeral director.

probesport: Devolving_Spud: ...

That place is beautiful - my wife won't even allow a vintage embalming table to be used as a bar top in my house.

What?! Your wife is insane.