15. Broken glass and crying spirits.

A few years ago, I lived in a little cottage style house that was built in the 1920s. It was a charming house and I loved it, but weird things happened in that house. The first thing we noticed was that we couldn’t place anything made of glass on the counters in the kitchen and turn our backs, because the jar would fall to the ground almost instantly and shatter. I tried putting the jars on the backside of the countertop, against the wall, but they would still somehow fall off and break as soon as I left the room.

From the first month we moved in, I would hear vomiting noises, coughing, and sobbing coming from the bathroom. My roommate had stomach issues that year, and no one would answer when I asked if everything was okay, so I just assumed she had the pukies and wanted to be left alone. This went on weekly for about ten months, and one day my roommate and I were hanging out and she asked if I was feeling okay. I said, “Yeah, I’m fine, why?” “I heard you throwing up earlier this morning, and I was worried about you. Why were you crying?” “…Uh… I thought that was you.” We were the only ones home that entire week.

We realized that we thought the other person had been sick and crying in the bathroom for the entire year, but it was neither of us. We never figured out where the sounds were coming from.

16. The glowing blue paperboy.

When I was about 9 or 10 some of my family was in town, so naturally I had to give up my bed and sleep on the living room couch. At some point during the night I awoke abruptly only to find myself staring at a small boy. The kid was probably a little younger than I was at the time, but the problem was I could see through him. He looked like what I like to describe as an early 1900s paperboy, complete with the hat and socks up to his knees. He was glowing a blueish color, he didn’t say anything to me, nor I to him. I just kind of laid there looking at him and then he was gone. I never say anything like that again, not in my house, not ever.