Ghost share about a house

March 2, 2025

by Carolanne

3 min read

Story Premise 3 min read (510 words)

"My name is Laura, and I have a story to share about a house my husband and I rented in a small town in Puerto Rico. The house was over 100 years old, and although it had been fixed up a bit, it still showed signs of its age, especially with termite damage hidden under […]"

My name is Laura, and I have a story to share about a house my husband and I rented in a small town in Puerto Rico. The house was over 100 years old, and although it had been fixed up a bit, it still showed signs of its age, especially with termite damage hidden under layers of paint.

One day, my husband and I had a heated argument. I left the house to do some shopping, leaving him alone. Our kids were with their father. In my anger, I wished for whatever spirit was in the house to spook him. When I returned, he told me that while he was eating breakfast, he heard pots being thrown in the kitchen. He went to check, but everything was in place. He was genuinely scared and even spoke to the spirit, telling it to leave.

Our neighbor was an odd man who often cursed and argued with himself late at night. This made me laugh, but it also frightened me a bit. I realized that what I had done was dangerous, but I felt that the little girl spirit in the house hated our arguments and might have been responsible for the disturbance.

Another time, we were about to leave for shopping again, and we had another argument. I went back inside to get something I had forgotten. As I opened the door, I saw a woman in the living room, yelling angrily in Spanish, “Men are idiots, they are not worth anything!” I quickly left, not knowing who she was, but I suspected she was the reason my husband felt so uncomfortable in the house.

One night, the little girl spirit moved my arms while I was sleeping. I got up to check on my daughter, but she was fine. This happened several times, and I finally told the spirit to stop. She did, but then she started bothering our neighbor. At around 1:30 in the morning, I heard him struggling to close his door, cursing loudly.

Another night, I went to the kitchen for a glass of water. As I walked back to my room, I felt something push me against the wall. I ran to my room, turned on the light, and peeked out into the hallway, but saw nothing.

Feeling targeted, I decided to find out more about these entities. The next day, I spoke to our neighbor and described what I had seen. He started crying and told me that the woman was his wife, and the child was her granddaughter. His wife had died of AIDS, and the child had died of an illness. He said his wife was very outgoing and loud, which matched the description of the spirit I had seen.

I realized that the ghosts were not originally from our house but were connected to our neighbor’s family. This explained some of the occurrences, but there were still eerie sounds of children crying and other strange happenings in the house. There is more to this story, but I will share it another time. Good night.

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