Spoiler: I live on a highway that was once the Cherokee Warpath and later was on the Trail of Tears. No ghosts seen or heard. For fifteen years, I lived in a house where one of my cousins was murdered. He never visited. The motel where I work and reside had a notorious murder in one room, twenty-five or so years ago, and two long-term tenants have gone to their blessings in-hospital, one with no next of kin.
I’d welcome some haunting, just for a good story, but can’t score any. I gave my black deceased guest permission to haunt anyone who hangs a Confederate flag, and will report back if he takes me up on it.
Perhaps I made my initial comment a little too declarative. It reads as though I have direct knowledge that many people (more than a dozen, but who’s counting?) died in my house, but that’s impossible, isn’t it?
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Gosh, I wonder why the police are pulling into the driveway… I’m not going to be able to get out if they block my car like that.
What was said earlier is true though. I don’t think we die in houses as much anymore. We’ve monetized even the process of dying. [don’t even get me started on the aftermath]
Ha! Same here, though I think it was only cut in three. Built in 1957/8, chopped up in 1986, plopped on a barge, and moved here. Happily, the slab is non-bubbly…
And I definitely know the previous occupant died here, because I come over to say goodbye when she passed.
“Sellers are generally not under legal obligation to share if something horrible – like a murder, suicide, or, say, a meth lab”
For real? When I was house-hunting in Oregon, I was told there were mandatory disclosures for illegal activities or violent crimes (i.e. drug deals and/or murders). This was, my realtor told me, because houses where drugs were once dealt have higher instances of robberies, which affects your insurance coverage. Non-disclosure has lead to a series of successful lawsuits.
