My wife and I bought a 1800’s Victorian house, had three stairs and 5 and 6 sided rooms, 11 rooms in total.

It was great, we loved Historic Houses.

An old lady at age 105 died there, left it to her children, the children sold it to us.

We moved in and at 2:00 am there was a load bang that woke us up.

I thought maybe someone was breaking in, I got up, turned on the lights and went downstairs. As I passed the room full of unpacked boxes, my son’s battery operated cars in the boxes started ringing their sirens.

When I went into the kitchen, the sink faucet was on full blast, I shut it off. I stopped at the first floor bathroom and found everything on the back of the toilet, now in the toilet. I pulled the stuff out of the toilet to dry.

I went into the dinning room, the tea cups and their sauces that were on the mantle are now on the floor, all were not broken as if placed on the floor.

These events continued for one year’s time.

In that time my wife and I decorated, papered and painted the house in the decor of the 1800s. The boiler was 100 years old and ran on 100 year old mili-volt system. We used an outside clothes line to dry our clothes and we washed our dishes by hand. We lived more in the period of the house without modern dryer, dishwasher nor a microwave.

Our work on the house brought it to look like its original glory days.

After one year the strange things stopped all together, at the same time we had finished our work.

I often think about the things the house did, I always rationalized it that vibration and rational reasons must have caused it.

But I can never explain, then why did they STOP!

I believe the house was finally happy with us and the work we did for the house, that is why they stopped.

We lived another 9 years in the house, but I never felt alone in the house, I always felt someone was with me, especially when I was alone in the house.

— David, Massachusetts