MARYLAND
So the house I rented on Maryland st was a small back house. Rebuilt by the man that lived in the large front house with his wife.
When I was first there at night, it always felt like someone was watching me. Then there were scratching noises coming from the ceiling. Like I thought it was maybe squirrels or birds up there.
But after I asked the landlord, he assured me it was a small space, only big enough to run wiring in and was completely closed off.
Then the bathroom door wåould start slamming.
A few months later, I thought I was being pranked when the doorbell went off at midnight.
Younger days so I always jumped up hopeful it was a lady friend coming to say hi. But nobody was there.
One night it went off 5 or 6 times. The ginormous walk in closet had a small bay window in it. (Huge closet) and I sat there watching the porch to catch the kids doing it.
Nothing.
But just at the very second I turned my head, the doorbell went off. It took less than a second for me to whip my head around and there was nobody and no way anyone could’ve gotten away unseen.
I sat there and watched and waited again.
Five minutes later, just as I turned away, it rang again. Which caused me to cuss and yell and demand it go away as I had to be at work by 7.
Then several times, while I had friends & family over, the doorbell would go off. But rather than the ‘ding dong’, it played musical tones.
Twice this happened while people were standing at the open front door smoking. Problem was this was an old school simple wired doorbell. No tones at all.
Then it started knocking food off the kitchen counters. Like say, thawing out a couple of steaks, near the back of the counter, and they’d end up ten feet away on the floor.
The landlord had his water line redone and they had mine done as well.
While under the house the plumbers found an old urn, an old old baby crib that looked as if it had survived a fire, an old spitoon and something else.
They removed them and sure as crap, it all stopped. So make of that what you will.