To not want to stay in sister’s haunted house?

[EmilyRigby]

Lets say you don’t believe in ghosts but your sisters house freaks you the fuck out and the last time you stayed there you left at 3am - I don’t believe in ghosts but there is something about that house I really really don’t like. Nephew won’t step foot inside the place and my dad won’t go in on his own. Her friends used to stay over some weekends but now they won’t go overnight either.

She’s asked me to stay there for a week in October for £500 (like a caretaker fee). Could do with the money but I don’t think I can do it. Am I being ridiculous? She can’t get anyone else to do it.

(Obviously there are reasons she can’t just leave it empty for a week)

Or sheep ghosts? They'd be all white... oh. Perhaps all sheep are ghosts.

This. I've seen, heard and smelled things that are definitely supernatural.

I would take the 500 notes and sleep in my car the entire time without setting foot in the place.

Omg I'd be straight round investigating!

Hahaha it reminds me of the Xmas I had to spend alone at Dsis house because the main family house up the road was full.
The tiny cottage is at least 500 years old if not more and the front door opens directly out onto an old graveyard. There are gravestones leaning against the front of the house and a very narrow path takes you out past two more ancient houses before you get to the lane.
Those two houses were empty because they are 2nd homes.
I did not sleep one wink. Every creak, every groan of the old house. I was a wreck by the end of it.

My parents had an Edwardian house with stairs leading up to the attic door and more stairs that I always found a little disconcerting.

They left me alone at age 15 while they and my brothers went abroad for 3.5 weeks in the summer hols.

I LOVED the thought of being alone for that length of time.

Except the first evening the attic door started to rattle violently.

I was bloody terrified.

I shouted, 'OI!' and it stopped.

Then it started up again.

I grabbed my tennis racket, ready to bash whatever it was over it's head- and snapped on the attic light- {the light switch was on the lower landing} through the illuminated crack under the door, {at my eye level if you can understand that} I could see cat's feet
Our cat must have got shut up there while Dad was getting the camping stuff out, the cat's claws were under the door, rattling it back and forth.

The relief was massive.

Cat was glad to see me, and I was glad to see him.

Often these noises &c have a logical explanation.