This is a story regarding my boyfriend's house. His parents bought the house from a relative's Great-Aunt. Her husband had recently died in the house and she was going to be sent to a nursing home by her children. All of the instances that happened surrounded who we assume to be her dead husband. The first instance was when they were moving into the house. My boyfriend was taking some boxes and such into the attic for storage. While in the attic he started looking through some of his childhood toys that his mother had decided to keep for sentimental reasons. He suddenly smelled something that resembled pipe smoke. Since the house was saturated in smoke from the previous couple and they had spent the past week washing the residue off the walls and ceilings, he didn't think to much of the smell. As he was leaving the attic he turned to look behind him and saw an old man dressed in slacks and a cardigan sweater standing in the middle of the attic, smoking a pipe. Seeing the man kind of freaked him out, but being an enthusiast of the paranormal he thought it was kind of cool too. After this other things started happening. Telephone cords would suddenly wind up and down, and then hang still, there were unexplainable noises of people walking around upstairs, at times there was the smell of pipe smoke, and the lights would flicker on and off. Well being only a semi-believer of ghosts and such, I tried to explain everything away, noises---old house settling, smell of smoke - lingering in the carpet, lights flickering - old wiring. I did make him stay at the top of the stairs if I had to go upstairs to use the restroom and I refused to be left in a room for too long alone. The instance that made me truly believe was when a group of friends was over playing cards in the kitchen. One of our friends went upstairs to use the restroom, after a while we heard him scream and he ran down the stairs like he was being chased. He sat in a chair, shaking like a leaf and white as snow, and told us that he had seen an old man wearing a cardigan sweater sitting on my boyfriend's bed. He thought that maybe it was my boyfriend's grandfather because he just sat there packing his pipe. He figured out that it wasn't Grandpa when the man stood up and our friend could see the pictures on the wall through the man. After this happened everything suddenly stopped. We were kind of confused for them to stop so suddenly after so long of things happening, that is until we went to the family reunion. At the reunion we spoke to his relative whose Aunt they had bought the house from. It seems that around the same time the instances stopped, the lady the house was purchased from passed away. Suddenly everything made sense. We figured that the man was waiting for his wife to die so they could be together in the afterlife. Why he stayed at my boyfriend's house instead of with his wife I don't know, maybe he couldn't leave the house since that is where he died. Whatever the reason he stayed I find it very romantic that he waited for her for many years. I hope that if my husband dies before I do that he loves me enough to wait for me to join him.

Submitted From: Indiana, USA

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