Someone died in my bedroom...

[HattieMcNastie]

I always thought previous tenant died in hospital but neighbour told me he died in my room and wasn't found 'for a while'.

Now I can't bloody settle and keep scaring myself with horrible thoughts.

I've lived here 13 years and been fine in my bedroom. Now it feels creepy.

I know most houses have had someone die in them but wondering feels different to being told directly 'he passed away in your bedroom and wasn't discovered for a while'

Just gives me the willies.

Someone hung themselves in our bedroom. I've seen weird things been here 4 years now.

@Soola, I liked your post, it is so woo.

I'm afraid unless you move house into a new build you are going to have to accept it and move on

I’ve lived in houses of various ages, from pit cottages to 60s, 70s, a modern new build, and a few inbetween. The new build was built over the old pit, on the site of an old factory, and was the only spooky one of them all. The bedrooms were the worst, and we only stayed three years.

When I was youngish and my family were househunting , one of the houses had a coat left in the wardrobe. That was it, mum decided she would not want the house as someone had died there (or just left an unwanted coat!). I was very cross because the house was obviously lovely as it had egyptian wallpaper in the living room (Pharoes and pyramids I mean , not a material from Egypt!) and I wanted to live there. Ig noring the fact that my dad would have stripped it off and pained the place with a totally shitty colour!

My eldery neighbour is selling his house. He told me thAt his mate who he lived with in the 1970s was murdered by his gay lover when my neighbour was at work. That it left a god awful mess, and blood sprayed everywhere, all over the bedroom, landing, staircase and hallway. Apparently housemate managed to get out into the road before succumbing to his injuries.

I’m just going to save that story in case we get the neighbours from hell move in. I’m going to miss the old man Nextdoor he’s absolutely bonkers but lovely.

It will be the horror stories upsetting you .try not to let them ,i grew up in a house that was built on a graveyard 🥴...we are running out of places to bury our dead ,will end up like the film solent green at this rate .

I'm sure if ther are any lurking spirits from the previous tenant that they'll be happy seeing their old home enjoyed. It would probably bring them peace.

I'm one of my old homes the previous owner committed suicide in the master bedroom after a divorce forced them to sell the house. My sister kept seeing an 'angry man' and things would disappear all the time. All resolved when my parents divorced funnily enough, so probably just the tense atmosphere making things weird.

Someone has died pretty much everywhere. I bet some caveman keeled over on the spot where a house was built thousands of years later. You’d be hard pushed to find a spot where nobody has ever died.

Have you seen Ghosts?

Sorry to derail

OP

What exactly are you feeling? What is bothering you?

I don't mean, "someone died", I mean do you think it is haunted? There is something there you don't like? Is it just a bit of a shock?

Once you identify what is actually bothering you then sake some action about that. The action could be something for you like CBT or it could be burning sage or it could be getting a local priest/vicar to do a blessing.

Our new neighbours all told us that the former owner of our new house had died there, in his bed. The marks of the feet of the bed were still indented in the carpet. Perhaps knowing straightaway made a difference, but it’s never bothered us.

I know what you mean about watching too many horror films. Ds had put his hand print on the back door which is a glass pane and it looked quite scary lol.

Have you never lost anyone who is important to you? Only ask as growing up I was terrified of graveyards, they seemed spooky and otherworldly. It's only now after losing someone that mattered so much to me do I realise there is nothing to be scared off.

I would buy some flowers and light a lovely candle to send him on his way. Even if you can't feel any presence it may make you feel better.

There was definitely a presence in our house when we first moved in, I can’t really remember now how long it was before it went, three years maybe. I just realised one day it was no longer there.

Personally, I would be questioning the intentions of the lovely neighbour who decided to suddenly deliver this detail to you about the man’s death after so long.

Dying peacefully in our sleep in our own bed is the death that we would all like for ourselves. Don't dwell on him not being found immediately - that only happened because he died so peacefully without any suffering or being ill beforehand.

My house was built around 1898 and has been lived in continuously. The chances that no one has ever died in my bedroom are really really low. I expect babies have been born in it too and people have had terrible arguments, and amazing sex. It's part of life, not something unusual or to be over dramatized.

If you’d only just moved in I would understand but you’ve been fine living there for 13 years and now it’s suddenly creepy.
I think you’ll be fine

A former owner of our house died after being electrocuted in our spare room. I have had one woo moment but to be honest I was more bothered about the safety of the electrics!

My DDad died peacefully at home in bed. It was my childhood home, my parents had lived there for 40 years and my dad was the Head caretaker (it was a huge house in a charitable housing estate) The properties had all been bought a few years back by a private developer and as soon as my dad had died, my mum started getting letters and calls asking when she would be moving out etc. We sought legal advice and it turns out their tenancy was as secure as could be, and they couldn't make her leave, but she had begun to hate it there so she eventually moved into sheltered accommodation. An old guy had died in the flat a few weeks before, but my mum isn't bothered by things like that.

The developers split my parents house into 2 flats and did them up, and sold them both for a combined total of 1.2 million (central London). The room where my dad died is now a living room, and there's a small part of me that thinks if the dead really do haunt us, my dad will be having a whale of a time haunting the new occupants. And I'm glad

The man in the house opposite me killed himself in his bedroom after his daughter died in the same room. Several people have moved in since and moved out as none of them felt comfortable. It's very sad.

Think of it this way Op. if you died in your bedroom would you be keen to scare the next residents. I don’t think I would. I do understand your unease though as I had an unease just from living at number 13 for a large part of my life. To be honest it did feel like from the time we moved there we had bad luck. The former owner lived to 99 and spent 60 years at number 13 so she didn’t have any bad luck although her husband fell of a ladder in the back garden and died a month after they moved in. Sorry I am transgressing.

When I first moved to England we rented an old farm workers cottage on an estate in Glos. A v.v.old man in the village told me the Tale of Fat Annie, who was so enormous that to get her body out of my bedroom they had to remove the sash windows and some of the surrounding bricks,lash her to planks and lower her down., reverently watched by the laborers, who took off their caps in respect There was an apple tree in the garden and people came "from miles around" to buy her apple and cider pies
RIP Fat Annie.

We live in an ex-old people’s home.....

I think people must have died in every room of the house.

Doesn’t really worry me or the, now adult, children who’d also worked this out.

I suppose what is comforting is that people were happy here and well cared for - we’ve met quite a few of the children/relations of the people who lived here.

Now the staff who worked here....... they weren’t so happy and a contributing factor as to why it was closed. But that’s another story.

That’s an oddly touching story. Poor fat Annie was respected despite her terrible predicament getting her body out. This reminds me to diet though. I really don’t want to be referred to as fat jenasaurus when my time comes

You need a set of rational statements that you tell yourself over and over until you’ve kicked these intrusive thoughts, so like:

• Death is a perfectly natural part of life
• This gentleman’s death cannot harm me and has absolutely no baring on my home, life or wellbeing
• I have lived here peacefully for 13 years without incident

Plus maybe some of the stats given in this thread about the number of people who die at home, to put your experience into a totally normal every day context.

Just thinking about this. My uncle hung himself in the garage if his beautiful home. I did wonder if my aunt who moved into residential care home had trouble selling the property. Do you know if you have to declare something like that to potential buyers