I bought a house where a kid killed himself in one of the bedrooms. Didn’t bother me since he wasn’t the owner. One night, I was alone in that house and had to search through all the rooms. I inched my way toward that dreaded room and forced myself into it. It was dark and smelly, with spider webs filling all the corners. The ceiling light flickered off and on, so I reminded myself to tell the contractor to check the wiring… suddenly, I stepped onto something mushy. I looked down and saw a puddle of dark colored stains on the beat up hardwood floor. I tried looking down to see what’s going on and BAM!!! The bedroom door slammed shut from right behind me
And you wonder why I am beating the horse on this one…
More power to you, for having the fortitude or whatever to look beyond the suicide. I just can’t do that. Come on, I worry about whether San Tung runs out of chicken wings when I am waiting out front with the masses!!!
No I am not, but I understand that some people are. When Lucky Chances Casino opened in Colma, they brought in a Feng Shui expert/priest/whatever to get rid of all the evil spirits from all the dead people nearby.
Yes, mumbo jumbo to a certain extent but as long as it does what you want, which is to fix it in your head that you are good going forward, worth every dime right?
Bullet holes on the walls? Duh! Not a problem. Just respond they were done when one of the Al Capone’s hit man came to SF in the…whatever decade. Problem solved. Rightttttttttt?
One of my dear twin sisters died of stomach cancer 10 years ago. That day, the TV was turning on and off by itself. I am not superstitious, but I felt her love for me and some events, which she had promised would happen came along to help me out to stay in this country.
So, imagine the power of an evil spirit waiting for you the naïve owner to move in?