In response to a post I published back in February 2010 I have received the following story, the writer wishes to remain anonymous.
In my post Houses Have Feelings Too I wrote about how "Houses and buildings somehow absorb attitudes and perhaps temperaments of the people who have lived there previously. If the last tenants were full of family love this permeates the atmosphere. The opposite is true as well. If there has been hate and ill feeling these vibrations linger and can be felt by the new owners."
This ties in with the following experience from 'anonymous' as follows:
"Four years ago, my mother and my siblings had to leave the house where we all grew up. It was a very old house and was very dear to all of us. We packed our old stuff and things for days and the house was a bit of a mess.
That last night we were there, I, two of my brothers and my mom were sitting in the living room. It was after midnight, we were having coffee and were chatting, reminiscing the old days. It was very quiet and the other parts of the house were dark. Then we heard a scream, coming from one of the bedrooms upstairs. We swore it was my sister-in law who was screaming a very loud and heart wrenching scream. Like she was in pain or something.
We all got up and ran upstairs to where my brother and his wife were staying for the night. Only to find them quietly talking in hushed voices. Talking about the old house.
Another incident happened that last night we spent in the old house. My mother was inside the bathroom and she could hear my two teenage sisters giggling and talking in very loud voices. From inside the bathroom, my mom asked them to keep their voices down, as it was very late in the night. The two teenagers seemed not to have heard and kept talking and laughing in their shrill voices. This annoyed my mother a little and she hurriedly stepped out of the bathroom to reprimand the girls. But as she stepped out of the bathroom, the room was suddenly quiet, and there was no one there. Turns out, my sisters were inside their bedrooms - already fast asleep.
We were actually discussing the house on the day that we left it. It's like, our family has left an imprint of everything that we have done, of everything that we were. But why on that last day? That night before we left? It feels like it's taunting is ... or was it grieving? Like some sort of reminder to us of everything that we had ... or everything that were in that house."
In the blog post I mentioned I finished by saying:
"It's interesting (or maybe worrying!) to consider what the walls of our own houses are taking in as they observe our moods, tone of our voices, thoughts and so on.
Shelly said, "One wandering thought pollutes the day." As well as polluting our minds perhaps these thoughts also pollute our living areas.
Wonder how people feel when they walk into our homes?"
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