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It was a 100 year old victorian style house in the middle of a 50 acre field in central texas.
My cousin and I got hired to remodel about 50% of the house. The owners wanted bathrooms moved, walls knocked down, windows moved, tile, trim, etc.
Anyway, it was indeed a spooky house, but we for some reason never even thought anything about it being "haunted" or anything...i think it's cause we were both constantly ready to punch the contractor over his inability to pay us on time...we were always too busy cussing and working our asses off.
The guy in charge named Kurt would drop by once or twice a day and drop off material and check on us...other than that we were all alone out there, way out it the country.
We had to plug our air compressor into the outlet in the houses kitchen, so the back door had to stay slightly ajar for our hoses to go through the door. Anyway, it all started about a week into the tear-out when we would hear the FM radio in the kitchen come on by itself. We always would think Kurt had shown up and was messin around with the radio, so we would go in there to see and there wouldn't be anyone around.
We never really thought much about it, i even told my because it was an old stereo and was prolly just weird like that.
Then it got to were the radio would turn on then turn up real loud. It was annoying more than anything, but we beagn to just jokingly say stuff in the kitchen like, "Ok, Ok, we get it! Yall like music. Now quit F'ng around with the stereo!"
The house had a long history. There were really old tin-style photos of various generations of the inhabitants throughout the house...those were creepy as hell too. So anyway, other things started happening...mainly like setting your hammer down RIGHT next to you, then turning back around and it's on the other side of the room. At first we both thought it was each other playin around but later it was obvious it wasn't us.
Atleast one of us used to get to the house right before sun-up to roll out the tools and plug in the compressor. One morning i pulled up and my because was already there and was standing by his car white as a sheet and with big eyes that were all watery.
I pulled up and was like, "dude, WTF's wrong with you?"
This is his story:
He got there about 20 minutes earlier and needed to take a dump. The Br's were outta commission so he grabbed a bucket and added a little water to it and headed over to the other side of the house. He was ALL ALONE out there as i was still 20 minutes away.
So he's sittin on his bucket smokin a cig with his back leaned against the outside of the house. All of a sudden he hears what sounds like a broom handle drop against the hardwood floor inside the house, (It's SUPER quiet out there so someone could fart upstairs and you could almost hear it outside if you were close enough to the house)
So he kinda perks up and listens harder at this point. He knew it wasn't me or Kurt cause he would've heard us drive up, (the dirt driveway was about 1/4 mile long).
So he's sitting on his bucket listening real close and he hears boot steps coming down the stairs inside the interior area of the house. At this point he's trying to finish his dump fast cause he's trippin out a little. After the steps sounded like they stopped at the bottom of the stairs he couldn't hear them anymore. So he's all perched up on his bucket, trying to wipe his butt and listening for anything else from deep inside the house were the stairs are at when all of a sudden he hears a loud coughing and clearing of the throat of an old man...right on IMMEDIATE OTHER SIDE of the wall to him!
He jumps up, pulls his britches up, and runs around the side of the house to his car as i pull up.
After he told me what happened we got brave and both stealthy surrounded the house from either side. We entered from different doors and searched the house but it was empty. When Kurt got there later we told him and he said he didn't like talkin about it. We were like, "about what?!" and he was like, "Tom the owner told me it was haunted by an oldman and woman from his family back in the day, and when i first came out here alone to measure up for materials, i kept hearing footsteps right behind me...thats why i don't like hangin out here during the day, this place freaks me out!"
So after this incident we asked Tom the owner and he said that they have been dealing with the noises and such for years and that occasionally someone will actually see the oldman or woman walking around the house as clear as day.
I sometimes wish i could find Tom's number and ask him if i could come back and try and record something.