“In 2010 my then fiancée wanted me to move closer to him and connected me with a girl he had gone to high school with. Both of her parents died before she graduated, and she moved across the country for college. One of her parents was an alcoholic, and they both died in the house.
While she was gone, her childhood home had been rented to a series of increasingly destructive families. In exchange for 6 months of cheap rent, I would fix up and clean the property before she came home and we would then be roommates.
It was a small house by Victorian standards and had been the original Lutheran church in its tiny midwestern town. The previous tenants had trashed the place. I found liquor hidden all over, used syringes behind the furniture and we had to tear out some carpet that their dog had soiled.
There was only one bathroom and it had a half size claw foot tub. The first night the house was clean enough to stay in, I noticed that the hot water tap in the tub was running so hot it was steaming. I figured someone helping clean hadn’t gotten it shut off all the way, turned it off and didn’t think about it.
Then I discovered that same thing every day. There were sounds in the house as well, and inevitably every time I heard them, I went in the bathroom and all the hot water taps would be running. I saged everything but to no avail.
Eventually, I told a neighbor who had been friendly with the family about it, and she thought it was the deceased parents. She told me the next time it happened to go in there and tell them they were costing their daughter money and to knock it off. Feeling like an absolute crazy person, but a person who had to pay half the water bill nonetheless, I did what the neighbor suggested.
The hot water taps never turned themselves on again.”
TellMyHorse via Apple Podcasts ·
United States of America ·
05/05/19