So I just got back from an estate sale today because work let me go home early after calling me in "on my day off". Stopped by mostly because there are some amazing Old houses around where I live and this one was on like one of the first streets built in our town.
There were a bunch of Mason books and all that jazz. A bunch of books about the occult, Tarot, and "Magic Sex". Some creepy painting of an abstract Hitler with a 400dollar price tag. A ton of old Hungarian Orchesta records in albums, half drank bottles of liquor from the 50s, and a bunch of fancy old man hats(size 7). It had tons of ornate woodwork and brass. Hardwood, pocket doors, high ceilings, real paintings. (Is it a "thing" for Masons to have Crazy looking front doors. I've never seen anything like them, and I've been to a lot of estate sales where the literature and front doors have been a constant.) The whole joint had a creepy vibe to it.
As soon as I walked through the doors I felt....sad?
Not like "awe these poor people" or something. Just a real lonely feeling even though the house was swarming with "pickers" pullin out all the old furniture. The entire 3rd floor was blocked off. I overheard a guy who worked on the house talk about how the stairs to the servants quarters were blocked off in 1939 "according to some charcoal writing on the plaster".
I ended up buying a bunch of skinny belts to use as straps for the bike for 3 bucks.
As I drove home still feeling "weird" I just had this strong feeling I should ditch the belts. I probably looked like a psychopath ditching a bunch of belts in the McDonald's garbage can, but I just needed to?
So I came home and told my wife about the whole experience and she was really weirded out. She asked where it was and said she forgot to tell me about it.
My wife told me that one of her friends bought some pillows from there and ended up throwing them away because their family cat, potty trained, decided to piss all over the guest bed where the pillows were. Not that they were covered in pee, but that she was talked to one of Her friends who went over to the house after the owner died and decided to just get them out of her house after talking to her.
The girl was talking to a family member who had been living there to take care of the owner before they died and said they invited her over to check the place because she had always wondered what it was like inside.
She said it must have been pretty lonely there and the Lady pointed up and whispered with a straight face that she wasn't alone because the house has demons upstairs.
Just creeped me out today. Oddly enough that sad feeling didn't shake until I pitched those belts.