This is Carol's blog and her examiner link
I was living in a very old century home which had been builtas a one-room place originally, and eventually, over the years, it became amulti-roomed chaotic but cozy home.
There had been incidents which caused me to feel the housewas haunted, and reports from other people in the town who had also experiencedthings here.
One night, in bed, I was awakened by the back door openingand closing – and my dog leaving by that door! I sat up in bed, but then heardsomeone walking around in the living room. I could hear spoons being rattled inthe kitchen sink, cups being lifted and put back down, knocking on tables andwalls, as if someone was walking through and studying everything.
I was frozen in bed and could not get up – was it anintruder?
No, the dog did not bark. My German shepherd was veryprotective and had been professionally trained as a guard dog. She simplyexited the back door when it was opened for her. There could not be a person inthe house.
I crawled down the hall, keeping low on the floor and peeredinto the living room from where the noises were emanating. Though I could stillhear noises, there was no person. And I could not see anything moving.
I realized it was a paranormal event, and became even morefrightened, despite the fact that there seemed to be no danger.
I crawled back to bed, and about 4 a.m. (of course I did NOTgo back to sleep, just stayed awake listening to the activity) the door opened,my dog came back in, and the activity stopped.
After a couple of days, I had my brother stay with meovernight. Around 7:30 in the morning, we were up having tea sitting on theliving room couch. Directly across the room from us was a small sunroom, Idubbed the “Plant Room” because with the skylights, it was a perfect setting.It was like a miniature greenhouse.
We were quietly chatting, watching my dog lying by thesliding doors in the Plant Room, and suddenly, the floor vent literally flew tothe other side of the room.
The dog raised her head and in turn, looked at the hole inthe floor where the vent had been, and where the vent now was. My brother and Ilooked at each other, askance, and I went over to the vent and picked it up.
“How did that happen?” I asked. “Maybe it was loose in thefloor and a gust of the furnace popped it up?”
“That far?” my brother countered.
So I tried it. I popped the vent back into its spot. It was tough;it did not go in easily. Then I tried to pop it back out, just as tough, it wasnot loose in the floor and a gust of furnace air would not have moved it.
Very strange, but then strange things had been happening inthis house.
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