I thought this might be a fun thing to talk about, and since I didn't notice any other threads of a similar nature, I decided to create one. I also felt that since homes tend to be very common places for such beings to hang out, this was as good a place as any for it.
Do any of you happen to have stories, experiences, etc regarding live-in boogies?
At my home, there are two areas that I am convinced house huldufolk. The first is a rather gnarled and twisted bush that has always been there for as long as I've been familiar with the property. (Eight years ago, I bought my grandparents' home after they had passed, and they had lived here for 60+ years.) While for the most part it appears to be dead, there are a few times of the year that it springs into full greenery, and occasionally I've caught movement around it's base out of the corner of my eye. One evening, coming home late, I saw something small and obviously bipedal dart across the street and dive toward the bush where I could no longer see it.
The other location is a very large patch of forsythia along one side of my property. I've tried quite a few times to cut it back, as it has this habit to want to take over as much of the area as possible, but have resigned to simply keep it only marginally under control. Every time I've made the attempt to cull it, that evening very odd things have happened in the house. The most memorable was when the smoke detectors started chirping in the middle of the night. At first I had thought it was due to a failing battery, but the sound wasn't right. It was more as if the "test" button was being pressed, and it wasn't just one detector, but all three in the house, each going off after the other. Frustrated, I decided to take the batteries out (including the little emergency one, like a watch battery), still trying to convince myself that that was the problem. Soon after going back to bed, they AGAIN were chirping. This went on for about a minute or so, then stopped.
Last but not least, about this time last year, shortly before I had gotten married, my now wife was here home by herself while I was working, and swore that she heard something running around in the attic. That in and of itself wasn't unusual, as I have three cats and I think sometimes a squirrel or some mice get into the house. But she said that the cats were all sitting here with her, and then she swore she heard some laughter.
Nothing bad has ever happened, no negative feelings, no harsh energies. It's just one of those things that I've come to learn to live with in this house. From time to time I'll simply "forget" to put always some leftovers from dinner or leave a little bit of juice or milk in my glass when I go to work or turn in for the night.
So, those are my stories. How about yours?
Do any of you happen to have stories, experiences, etc regarding live-in boogies?
At my home, there are two areas that I am convinced house huldufolk. The first is a rather gnarled and twisted bush that has always been there for as long as I've been familiar with the property. (Eight years ago, I bought my grandparents' home after they had passed, and they had lived here for 60+ years.) While for the most part it appears to be dead, there are a few times of the year that it springs into full greenery, and occasionally I've caught movement around it's base out of the corner of my eye. One evening, coming home late, I saw something small and obviously bipedal dart across the street and dive toward the bush where I could no longer see it.
The other location is a very large patch of forsythia along one side of my property. I've tried quite a few times to cut it back, as it has this habit to want to take over as much of the area as possible, but have resigned to simply keep it only marginally under control. Every time I've made the attempt to cull it, that evening very odd things have happened in the house. The most memorable was when the smoke detectors started chirping in the middle of the night. At first I had thought it was due to a failing battery, but the sound wasn't right. It was more as if the "test" button was being pressed, and it wasn't just one detector, but all three in the house, each going off after the other. Frustrated, I decided to take the batteries out (including the little emergency one, like a watch battery), still trying to convince myself that that was the problem. Soon after going back to bed, they AGAIN were chirping. This went on for about a minute or so, then stopped.
Last but not least, about this time last year, shortly before I had gotten married, my now wife was here home by herself while I was working, and swore that she heard something running around in the attic. That in and of itself wasn't unusual, as I have three cats and I think sometimes a squirrel or some mice get into the house. But she said that the cats were all sitting here with her, and then she swore she heard some laughter.
Nothing bad has ever happened, no negative feelings, no harsh energies. It's just one of those things that I've come to learn to live with in this house. From time to time I'll simply "forget" to put always some leftovers from dinner or leave a little bit of juice or milk in my glass when I go to work or turn in for the night.
So, those are my stories. How about yours?
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