As some of you may know, my daughter is also on this site. She encouraged me to add this about the old funeral home we used to live in.(Before she was born) I did put this story on the TAPS site as well, but since its one of the odder things that has happened to me, I thought I would go ahead and explain about it here as well.
When I was 18 and newly married I lived in a old funeral home (it really looked like a regular house, not the sterotypical 'creepy" place the words "funeral home" bring to mind!). We often had smells of rotting flesh, strong perfume and in one case formaldyhyde( dang it. I will never get the spelling right,lol.) The particular story I am going to post is about me, my nephew and the "soldier".
I had been babysitting my nephews (probably no older than three at the time) and working in the kitchen. He had gone into the back to use the bathroom.(This bathroom was entered by going into the room they used to lay out the bodies in.) Anyway, after a bit, I heard him talking to someone. It was a mans voice but for the life of me I couldnt figure out WHAT he was saying, though I could hear my nephew quite clearly. At first my mind started trying to rationalize, thinking one of the guys had come home. But they would have had to walk by ME. Then I thought maybe somene broke in. Still, there was NO WAY anyone was going to get through those tiny windows and the voice was clearly in the room, closer to the door...confused, I got up to go check just as my nephew was coming out of the bathroom. I said "Who were you talking to, J***?" and what he replied made the hair stand up on the back of my neck! He said "the soldier, the soldier says he's COLD". I KNEW I was going to have to go in that room to check, and gods I didnt want to! But I screwed up my courage and went in. I saw nothing but the entire room REEKED of formaldyhyde. After that I closed the door and left, feeling vaguely ill.
That is by far one of the weirdest things that has happened to me, even after all of these years, and I have experienced a lot.