I wasn't much of a believer in spirits being stuck until the year I spent here. The house was very heavy, sad, and angry. There was a very unwelcoming anger and sorrow in one corner of the kitchen. It felt like someone was beat to death or near-death there. In the upstairs hallway, many times someone rushed past me from the bedroom to the stairs in a panic. The day I moved out I was in the basement alone and I kept being called out to in a whisper. It felt like the spirit hadn't been acknowledged before and didn't want me to leave. I'd never had experiences so regularly in a place. I wish I could have helped this sorrowed spirit to move on, but she wasn't ready nor would I have known what to really do.