Before My Shug and I got married, he got a job in Kokomo, rented an apartment, sold his house in Mooresville, and went looking for a house to buy in Kokomo. One day we were visiting a friend of Dave's, that lived across the street (from the house we just sold) and the friend said, "Hey, you might want to contact the people that lived in that house." Pointing to 'our' house. "They have been in a nursing home for a few months, and I just saw where the man died." Dave wrote a letter to that address, after negotiating, he bought it. Then he proposed.....Now, back in the day, the houses in that neighborhood did not go up for sale. Or at least you never saw for sale signs in the yards. The people who built the houses, in the 1930s and 1940s lived in them their whole lives, and they lived to be in their 90s....
And one Sunday morning before we were married, but after he moved into the house, I went over to pick him up to take him to church, but he wasn't there. I walked into the house, and when I went into the kitchen I heard what sounded like a bunch of pots and pans falling down the basement stairs. The basement stairs were behind a door in the kitchen. I took off out of there fast!!!! Got in my car and drove to church. When I got to church, Dave was already there! Which meant the house was empty. I told him what I heard and when he went home, and I went to his house, nothing was at the bottom of the stairs. (I think someone was trying to scare me out of there and it worked!)
After Dave bought the house, moved in, we got married and I moved in, there was still 'stuff' in the basement that belonged to the previous owners. (the house was FULL when he bought it) We would hear what sounded like light switches turning off and on, all the time. There would never be a light on, but we'd hear the switches.
At that time one side of the basement had furniture and a TV, the other side was laundry room and utility. I had a radio down there, and it would randomly turn on. Dave was working afternoons so he would be gone from 2:30 to 10:30pm. I worked from 8 - 5. So we were home alone a lot during those first few years. One time we were visiting on lunch, and he was getting ready to go back to work and I was telling him, Fred was back today....he turned on the radio. At that time, the radio came on! Our eyes did the BIG, OH MY GOSH thing that your eyes do when you are in disbelief!
You see, whenever we would hear something like that, we just got to the point of saying Hi to Fred. Fred and Alma owned the house before us. Fred built the house. Fred was the one that passed away, but Alma was still in the nursing home. Their 76 year old daughter who lived in another town was who sold the house to us.
One day, my Dad was at our house waiting on a refrigerator to be delivered. He said he was sitting in the living room and he heard a door open so he went to see if the delivery guys were there. They were not. So he told me, "I just figured it was Fred."
When Alma passed away, we never heard another noise that couldn't be explained.