It is believed that most disembodied footsteps and many ghostly noises that are heard in a haunted place might be residual in origin. The ghosts of residual haunting can be both seen or heard repeating the same activity. Myers called this type of haunting a “vertical afterimage.” A residual haunting, according to Myers’ definition, would be a memory impression left by individuals, animals or events, especially, it would seem, when under duress or from a time when there was the release of strong emotions, left as pictures in the atmosphere of a particular site. It is the release of this residual energy that creates the ghost person, ghost animal or ghostly scene.įamed paranormal investigator, Frederic W. It is “residual” because it is believe that energy from emotionally-charged events imprint upon our world. When a ghost (person or animal) or even an event is witnessed over and over again, or doing the exact same thing, this is known as a residual haunting. Also known as “psychic impressions,” residual hauntings are considered by many as the type of haunting experienced most by people. So I can't say the evidence is conclusive, but I do think it is suggestive.Residual hauntings are somewhat hard to describe, but are fairly common. But according to the paper, there was only one Rottweiler that killed a toddler in the county, and there is no question that it was the most depressing house I've ever been in. Now, I can't say for certain that this house was the same one where the attack mentioned in the paper happened. I don't remember the rest of the article, but at the end it briefly recapped all the other dog attacks that had happened in the county, and one of the stories-and only one-was about a Rottweiler that had killed a toddler, in the same city we'd been living in. I'm sure I read the article to see what sort of human stupidity was at work this time. I probably only noticed it because I love dogs, and usually when an attack happens it's a case where the dog was behaving like a normal dog and the humans did something really awful or stupid, yet the dog always gets put to sleep. I'm not usually a big newspaper reader, but one day my eye chanced to fall on an article about a dog mauling that had happened in this county (we still lived in the same county). More time passed, and we had moved away from that depressing house. My memory's a little foggy after all these years, but I think we asked some neighbor kids about it (my mom was tutoring them) and they confirmed that something like that had happened. He said that it had been occupied at one point by a couple with a little baby, and one day the family dog, a Rottweiler, had mysteriously attacked and killed the baby. He and my mom got to chatting about the neighborhood and the town-he was an volunteer fireman and, like us, an animal lover, and he had a lot of interesting stories-and he told her that the house we lived in had a really high turnover rate. Time passed, and one day we had a repairman over working on our air ducts or something. I continued to use the master bathroom, and for the life of me I cannot understand why, because I would literally run to and from it, so as to spend the least amount of time possible in that bedroom. (As I mentioned in another one of my stories, everyone in my family is 'sensitive' and I especially pick up on emotions.) We both agreed that it didn't seem like a malevolent entity or anything like that, but more like really, really bad negative residual energy, including a lot of sadness.

She didn't want the master bedroom either, go figure. That very night I told my mom she could have the room if she wanted it, I was moving into the empty one. My point is, this was one of my dog's favorite things in life, and he wasn't coming to bed! After about five minutes I couldn't blame him. He would always get there first, and then spread out, and I would try to push him to one side but I'd be laughing so hard I couldn't. My dog wouldn't set foot in the room, and normally we had this game where we would race each other to the bed.

So I set up my bed-at this point most of our stuff hadn't even been moved in. But I thought, OK, it will be nice to have a bigger room. Now, I wasn't really thrilled about the master bedroom because it had two architectural/design features I hate-mirrored closet doors and a toilet I can see from my bed. My mom suggested I take the master bedroom.

It was a three bedroom house and there were only the two of us.