I was married in June, 1986. We bought our first house, a fixer-upper, in March of that year. On weekends I would go to the house to work on cleaning it up. My fiancé usually worked weekends, so I would be there by myself. I remember the first time I heard the "people in the kitchen," as we came to call them. I was in the dining room and thought I heard people walking around, talking, moving dishes, glasses, in the kitchen. At first I ignored it, then it would get louder. The more I ignored it, the louder it got.
I never told my fiancé or anyone about this. We were married that spring, and one weekend my husband had to go out of town. He said to me just before leaving (these are his exact words): "If you think you hear someone in the kitchen, don't worry about it." You could have pushed me over with your little finger. I couldn't believe he said that.
When he came home, we discussed this. I told him I had been hearing voices and such in the kitchen from day one. He said that he did too. We lived there for five years and could always hear the people in the kitchen. Nothing was ever moved, and I never felt scared or threatened. Even after we had the house blessed, the sounds continued. This only happened in the kitchen, nowhere else in the house. I wonder if they are still there.Next story