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Submitted by
a visitor from CA 1/17/04
When I was 15, I moved from ND, where I had been living with my father, back "home" to Burbank, CA, to live with my mother.
My mother was living in a house, which was built around the turn of the century, (1900 or so) and was rumored to have been an undertaker's house originally. (Unfortunately, I don't know the history of the house)
My mother had converted the garage into the office for her business, and was seldom inside, except to cook and such. She did tell me a story, AFTER I had had a few of my own experiences with the spooks of the property. It went something like this...
When she and her roommates were moving in, she was cleaning out what had been the laundry room. Everyone else had gone to the old house to get another load of boxes and such, so she was the only person in the house. Suddenly, about 5-10 minutes after the others had left, the door to the laundry room slammed shut. There was no lock on the door, and the latch was very flimsy, yet it was solidly locking her into the room... she couldn't even make the door jiggle as she had when she had first toured the house.
She felt as if there was an angry presence standing behind her and felt icy puffs of "breath" on the back of her neck. After about 20 minutes of being locked in this room, she heard the others pull up in the driveway, which was right outside the back door. As soon as the first car door closed... the latch released and the door slowly creaked open. Needless to say she left the room in a hurry! The doorknob was removed and a chain attached to the door. They put the washer and dryer in the office and the only thing in the laundry room from that time on was the litter box for their cat.
My own experiences were not so bad.... except one.
Mostly they were cold spots and sightings. And heat coming from the fireplace, which was painted and used to display the wine rack inside of it.
The one, which scared me enough to tell my mom.... (Which prompted the telling of her own story) Goes like this...
Mom's roommates were brother and sister. They were Irish, and PROUD of it! Every year, they threw a HUGE St. Patty's Day party, and we were preparing the house with decorations and deep cleaning. I decided it was my job to clean the dust from the ridges of the molded doors. This was fine until I got to the laundry room. I put three fingers into the hole where the doorknob had once been and pulled it closed while I cleaned it.... Why I didn't just push it to the end of the slide-chain is beyond me! I got the top square dusted off and suddenly an ice-cold hand latched on to my fingers!! I couldn't get them loose and screamed! My mom came around the corner and it let go. I heard the slow, evil chuckle of something, as I ran out of the hallway.
There were several hot spots on that property, far too many for me to go into details, but that room was the scariest thing I have ever experienced!
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