Let Me Tell You About the Time I Lived in a House That Was Totally Haunted

My coworker Kimberly was taking photos of a historic home in Downtown Northport this week when she came across this super creepy image of what appears to be a ghost looking out the home's window. Scary stuff--but it got me thinking about a house I lived in several years ago that could have seriously used a visit from Dr. Peter Venkman and the rest of the Ghostbusters.

I attended college at Western Kentucky University in Bowling Green, Kentucky. In my last year of college, my best friend and I rented a home near campus. It was an OLD two story house that had been split into three apartments: the upstairs, the downstairs, and the adjacent carriage house. Yeah, CARRIAGE HOUSE. It was that old.

Anyway, we rented the downstairs of the home. Some strange things began to happen immediately after we moved in. I clearly remember having a stack of textbooks laying on top of my dresser. The books were FLAT and in the middle of the dresser. I had a ceramic figurine on the top of the book stack. It was late at night, and I was about to go to sleep when I felt like someone was watching me. Like that Rockwell song, only real. And creepy.

The room felt as if its temperature dropped twenty degrees and out of NOWHERE, the ceramic figurine and BAM! The textbooks come flying off the dresser as if they were pushed by someone--or something. I was so terrified I ran into my friend's room and acted a straight fool.

The weirdness didn't end there. There were times when you felt as if someone were staring directly at you--an uneasy feeling, the kind that gives you goosebumps. Several friends confessed to experiencing a similar feeling. We all saw occasional shadows--you know, the kind that seem to move just out of the corner of your eye.

I remember being ALONE one evening with ALL THE DOORS TO THE HOUSE LOCKED and cooking dinner for myself. I had laid out a plate and silverware for my meal. I walked into the living room to answer my cell phone, and when I returned to the kitchen the plate had been put back into the cabinet. The fork and knife were left on the counter, but had been moved--they were perpendicular, making an 'X.'

I was like, "AWWWW NAWW," and ended up leaving to go to a friend's place. I mean, maybe I could have put the plate away and moved the silverware, but I am SUPER OCD about organization, so I am 100% sure it wasn't me. There was NO ONE else home that night. There was NO WAY for anyone else to get in either.

That, however, was not the creepiest thing to happen in our haunted collegiate rental house. I saved the best for last.

It was near Christmas. My roomie and I had placed all our Christmas cards on the mantle above the fireplace in the living room. The fireplace was never actually used, as the chimney itself had been shut ages ago. It was mainly a decorative thing.

We had about ten or so cards open and standing on the mantle. A friend and I were hanging out one evening when we experienced the scare of our lives: a single card from the mantle abruptly fell down, as if someone had just brushed it aside.

We quickly dismissed the incident as just a breeze, but then... another card fell... then another... then another. It was as if someone were standing by the mantle and knocking the cards down one by one. It was a good two or seconds between each card's being knocked off the mantle.

We just sat there and watched. After the last card fell, there was a sickening BOOM, like whoever had been knocking those cards around decided to punch the wall.

I swear, I am not making this up. It is seriously the most frightened I have ever been in my entire life. I BOOKED IT out of the house that night and didn't return for the rest of the weekend.

I looked into having a priest come bless the home. You can laugh at me or whatever, but I didn't know what else to do. The priest told me it would take a month or so to get the clearance he needed, and I was like, "DUDE. I need this ghost business cleared NOW." I ended up doing some research of my own and said a few prayers in each room of the house.

STOP LAUGHING AT ME. This was so real. I was terrified. I even had one of my best friends come over on nights I was alone. She would literally sit in the living room until I fell asleep, because I was THAT afraid of being by myself in that house.

Things died down (bad pun, right?) a bit after my DIY house blessing, but strange things continued to happen until we moved out when our lease ended. I never could shake the feeling of being watched. It freaks me out to this day.

I used to not believe in the paranormal, but this experienced changed my view. I know I am not a crazy person. I KNOW all these things happened, because I saw it with my own eyes.