I never noticed anything odd about the basement myself too much in
this house since I moved in except for strange noises sounding like a motor
always being turned on in the middle of the night. The original owners had a
workbench in the basement set up and when they moved out they left that still
attached to the table. It was some sort of knife or tool sharpener and very
big and huge and seemed ancient. When my children were younger and sleeping,
I'd hear sounds of this motor running at different times in the night. Many
times I got up out of bed myself and flipped on the light switch leading
downstairs only to not hear a sound or see a thing. I'd close the door, jump
back into bed, and hear it again!
After a couple of months of that nightly routine, I decided I should
have an electrician come in and check all my wirings in this house since it
was probably neglected all those years. I especially asked him to check on
the wiring to that motor as it wasn't plugged in but somehow wired right into
house. I paid a little fortune to have every room of the house inspected and
outlets changed/updated as needed. Everything was perfect now, he said,
although he said that there was not a problem at all with the wiring of that
motor.
I was relieved that the house was now all "safe" as far as the wiring
was concerned. But, do you think that was the end to the sounds I heard at
night? Nope! The motor sounds still continued all hours of the night and no
one could offer any explanations for that.
As we remodeled the basement to put in a game room, that workbench
and ghastly motor was the first thing to go! The basement got partitioned
into a very small laundry room and the remaining space was saved for the game
room.
For the past several weeks, when I'd be home alone I'd hear footsteps
walking back and forth coming from my kitchen above. At first I used to
think it was just a vibration of some sort, although all my appliances were
off as I'd be folding clothes and stacking them into piles. I couldn't
account for any of those sounds and they didn't seem to be mechanical but
almost like a stamping of the feet like to announce that someone was home. It
seemed to follow the same path and mostly sounded like a pacing back and
forth in the kitchen.
Many times I thought it was my son coming home sick from work as it
seemed to be very heavy thumps. I used to call my son's name out loud from
the basement to let him know that I was downstairs doing laundry. I never
heard any answer back! Being just recently temporarily handicapped, it was a
great effort for me to move from the laundry area back to the bottom of the
steps but I did just to make sure it WAS him and not someone breaking into
the locked house. The thumps were so loud and after yelling my head off from
downstairs, I even hobbled up the steps ready to yell at him why doesn't he
acknowledge that he's home!! When I got up there, I felt like I was crazy.
NO ONE was there!! No one is EVER there!
