Locals come out on the tours more often than you'd think. The other night a family from Metairie joined the tour. They lived in an old house and were a joined family, divorced parents and four kids between them. There was a lot of regular activity at their house, most of it minor but consistent.
His children only stayed at the house every other week-end, but they had their own bedroom. Every time they left the beds would be made and everything in the room neat and tidy. Routinely their stepmother would peek in their room to find the comforter turned up, like someone was trying to look under the bed.
Probably the most dramatic thing to happen was one day when the father was up in the attic working, he heard a loud bang, like the kids had knocked over a bookshelf or something--something huge. He ran downstairs, "What did y'all break?" As he was running downstairs the kids were running out of their room, "Dad, are you alright? Did you fall?" Nothing had been knocked over, nothing was broken. There was no explanation at all, but everyone in the house was shaken.
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