I lived in a haunted house from the time I was two until I was eleven. I only remember two specific events where I actually saw something, and even though it was never malicious I was lowkey happy when we moved lol
oh my god wait okay i hope you dont mind me using this ask as a way to add another couple of stories but i was just on the phone with my mom because typing out that last ask had me wanting to talk to her and confirm all the death i thought happened in our house. and she told me that my grandma had two weird things happen to her.
so the first one is that my grandma kept having dreams that this guy who called himself henry kept telling her to go out and dig under a tree in the yard and it kept happening so she told my grandpa and he started laughing and was like “i had an uncle henry who always had dreams about a little man telling him to go outside and dig under the tree” and like my grandma had NO WAY of knowing that story. (someone did eventually dig under the tree and no one found anything but ???) (also like henry couldn’t have lived in the exact house my grandma did because they built that house when my mom was a kid but it must have been a different house on the same land because that land had been in my family for a long time)
and then another time my grandma was sitting next to my great aunt helen while she was really sick and then she saw the woman’s husband, who everyone called unk (im not sure on that spelling), in the room despite the fact he had died a couple of years earlier and she was like “unk? what are you doing here” and he said “ive come to get helen” and she asked him if he was happy and he said yes and then helen died the next day.
but anyway yeah i feel you on the being happy you moved front. i dont think my current apartment is haunted and im v glad
