From Mary:

Several strange things have happened to us. In 1996 we lived in a house that was built in the 1940's by some prominent builders. When we lived there it was red and white tagged so we did some repairs and got it liveable again. We would go there and work each day or evening til late.

We would always shut the basement door and turn off the radio. Every day when we would come in the basement door would be open and the radio on. Upon moving in we could feel someone in the room but see no one. We could hear footsteps in the upstairs hall going in either direction but the girls (we have two) would be nowhere around. Things could be laid down and not seen for months.

One time my daughter Melody had her billfold laying on the arm of the couch. My husband Dave was sitting in the recliner a few feet away. Melody laid it down and came into the kitchen then went right back to pick it up but it was gone.

We all looked high and low. We even accused her sister of pulling a stunt but she was upstairs at the time. A few minutes later we went back in and there it was. My husband had never left the room, saw no one but there it was. The girls were out back playing and looked under the rose bush and there was a headstone of a little boy. We was either six or eight at the time of his death - the numbers were weathered and hard to read.

One night Melody said someone was watching her - and that someone had a ball glove. This is amazing because Melody was highly into softball then and still is. She said this little boy with jeans and a stripped shirt stood in her doorway and watched her then turned and walked away. She had the good bumps.

We never had any bad problems but the people that moved in after us didn't last past six months because of the things that happened in the house. Strange or not?

Next story: I was 15 when my mom was killed and my dad died. My brother and I went to a series of foster homes. In the third one - the permanent one - I shared a room with Sandy. The next day I got up and went downstairs for breakfast and asked my foster mom if someone had died in my room.

She asked why and I told her I knew someone died there. She replied yes that a former owner had hanged himself in our closet.