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Haunted House For Sale

 Haunted House? 


As a Realtor, I show a lot of homes. New construction to old houses. Since I am sensitive to the presence of spirits, I can "feel" the house often before entering through the front door when there is a spirit present. I can pinpoint in the home where the spirit is or if they move around while I'm there.  

I remember hearing the phrase, "the house has eyes." Well, it's true. I can feel the eyes of the home looking at me, watching me and in some cases demanding attention. When there is a spirit, I can also feel if it is friendly or not. Much of the time, I am able to arrive to the home before my buyer. When I "feel" a spirit, I go ahead and let it know who I am and why I am there. I also ask it not to cause a ruckus. LOL! 

None of my clients have ever purchased a home that I felt something in. I am not allowed to disclose in N.C. if I think the house is haunted. It isn't a fact. I can't prove it. Plus, it would label the property or otherwise devalue it. 

Once, I showed a home to a buyer client. I arrived before they did. As I was turning the key in the front doorknob, I could feel pressure on my chest, and my hand was tingling. When I opened the door, I felt the weight of evil. The home had a soupy air. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. I went right back out to the porch and waited for them to arrive. I would not enter alone. The interesting thing is, they felt it too. They said they felt uneasy, as if someone were hiding in the home. We got out of there quick. 

I showed a home that was nearly 100 years old. When I entered, I felt the spirit of an old man. His spirit felt kind, but also curious. The home had recently had a lot of remodeling in the last few years. Remodeling can stir up spirits. I've been told they don't like the change. (Read "The Radford House"). As I walked in the front room, I sensed him in the hallway. I acknowledged him immediately, told him I was a relator and that I had some folks coming to look at the property. He walked back into one of the bedrooms. When I walked that way, I told him he had a beautiful home and asked that he not be afraid nor concerned. I assured him that if they did choose that home, they would take good care of it, and he was welcome to stay as long as he didn't scare anyone. 

Another home had such intense sadness in it. There was some questionable DIY remodeling in the home. The kind that suggests that the person making the design choices was in constant disarray and unable to focus. Evidence of children having lived there. There was a room that had been built within a bedroom, that had a door to it, and a window, that only looked into the room, not to the outside. The area felt sad and had an intensity to it. It felt like many months if not years, sadness, desperation, frustration and helplessness had been locked in the room. My guess is that the home was likely occupied by someone who a parent or guardian to a child with special needs was that needed to be locked in the room for safety. 

My advice to anyone buying a home, is really spend time there. Notice how your body feels there. Do you feel uncertain, sad, or anxious? Do you feel a heaviness in your chest? Do you feel better once you leave the home? Trust those feelings! Also, if you feel a house looking at you, when you are looking at it, just know that it is occupied and you will have a roommate when you move in! 

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