Sometimes when bad stuff happens in a place, bad stuff is left behind.
For example-- the house I live in now, used to be lived in by a guy who would abuse foster kids. It also has the local reputation for being haunted. I’ve had local utility workers talk about their friends who lived here growing up, who would have the furniture rearranged, or they’d make a sandwich and someone would eat it-- but no one else would be home.
We had our house blessed by a priest-- not because we were worried about something eating our sandwiches or messing with our furniture, but because it’s how I was raised. You live somewhere, you bless it. (And yes, odd stuff has happened here. I don’t remember if it was pre-blessing or post-blessing, though. But it’s been very quiet for the last five years.)
You never know who’s done what where, or who’s left behind what.
I’m also a landlady. Last year, I had rented one house to a group of H-2B workers. They came back again this year and rented a different place, one where I used to live.
One of their questions was, “Is this house haunted?”
I’d had a series of bad tenants. And I’m like, “The scariest thing here is the people who live here-- so if you’re good, the house is good!”
And later on I thought-- um, what a weird question. So I asked their translator, “Why did they ask me if the house was haunted?”
And she explained how in the previous house they’d rented from me, they would hear things, like someone bouncing a ball, and glasses would spontaneously break, and stuff like that. But they said that the new house they were living in felt like good energy.
I don’t know the difference myself— for me, it’s full of good memories— and I’m surprised that none of the people who have lived there since have managed to bring in bad stuff. But hopefully whatever bad stuff they brought with them goes with them when they leave, and the default setting is love and peace, from the blessings and the prayers it was steeped in in the past.
Houses are interesting things. They sometimes have a feel to them, in the same way other things have a smell— and if someone picks up on a feeling, I’m not about to second-guess them.