When a vacant Winnipeg home became part of an estate sale, I was the real estate agent the lawyer recommended to list it with.
“Bring a flashlight,” the banker said, “not all levels of the house have power, and it’s been boarded up to prevent vandalism.”
The next day I pulled up in front of the house and parked on the street. I leaned to look at it through the window, taking in the tall 2 ½ storey. Every single window was boarded up, the door was padlocked. I don’t generally get creeped out easily, but that day, parked in front of that house, a chill ran through me and I got a weird, eerie feeling.
I got out of the car, collected my measuring tape and my notes, and surveyed the neighborhood. That’s when I noticed a street gang on the sidewalk about 2-3 houses away, walking toward me. Their presence didn’t ease my nerves. I quickly locked the door, silently wished the car luck out there in the street by itself, and started walking toward the house.
I made it to the sidewalk and stopped. That creepy feeling was nearly sickening, and it was only getting worse. Something didn’t feel right. Still, I needed to go in and get those measurements.
I decided to call a friend. “Hey, can you come help me measure this giant house?”
“Sure can, buddy.”
He came right away. Wielding flashlights, we measured the place and got out of there. I never did tell him the real reason I called him was that I was totally creeped out. I also didn’t ask him if he was having that same experience.
Six to eight months after the house sold, I met a new client.
““You sold my uncles’ home,” she said. It had been the creepy house. Then she leaned in and, with a raised eyebrow, she added, “You know the house is haunted, right?”
“Yeah. He was a recluse. People were afraid of him. Even the street gangs were afraid of him!”
I thought back to our time in the house – the cobwebs, the little beams of light from our flashlights, that sickening feeling I felt from the moment I pulled up. I was sure glad my friend joined me in that creepy house.
After hearing that the house had been haunted, I was very thankful that, aside from that inexplicable creepy feeling, I didn’t happen to witness any paranormal activity while we were there.
Did you know that, in Manitoba, if there’s been a death in the house, natural or unnatural, or even if a house is haunted, sellers don’t have to disclose that? Obviously, I recommend disclosing and think it’s just a good thing to do, but sellers aren’t obligated to in Manitoba.
Have you ever had a run-in with a haunted house?