My experience with a haunting goes as such. As a young child I lived in (with my parent) an 1887 Victorian style home at the end of a long drive way. Not gated, but hidden with forestry. It was a 3 Bedroom two level home with all three bedrooms upstairs. Two on one end and one on the other. The one room that kind of existed on its own away from mine and my mothers room had a door that had not been renovated with the rest of the house. My mother always kept it locked. Of course i enquired her about it, but she always refused to answer any question I presented her with and never once gave in. I lived in that house for 6 years and never have to this day been inside of that room. Oddly enough, though nothing was ever done with the room, that is where it all always happened. Once a year at 11:37 pm on January 3rd, a window would be busted out. So once a year my mother had the window replaced; from the outside. She let know one in the room. I had always wondered what was so special or i guess not so special about this room. Once we moved out and I was 17 years old, my mother filled me in. Before we lived there, there was a family of three who inhabited it. A mother, father and a young daughter. I never got her age. This room was the daughters. She had Bipolar Disorder. On January 3rd in 1971 at 11:37pm, she had gotten so down that she threw herself from her room head first plummiting to her death. This my mother told me was the cause of the window smashing to pieces once a year. So why was the room always locked? Because the daughter always kept it that way, and the one time my mother entered that room, she was somehow locked in. She had to escape the room out the window. So in order for myself or anyone else to not have to go through the same experience she locked the door and threw away the key. Ive always wondered what happened to that house since we left....
