Let me tell you a story. When my DH and I were first married, we moved into a rental house for a couple of years. The house sat alone on a corner lot, with no next door neighbors. There was some kind of energy in this house, that we couldn't explain. We couldn't keep pictures on our walls, we would come home to them all on the floor. We would wake up sometimes with all our food on the counters. A couple of times our freezer was open, and the freezer food was on the floor.

We would tell people about it, my parents thought maybe friends were breaking in to prank us. But, it would have been a 2 year long prank. On anther occasion, our last name was written on the wall in the laundry room. In crayon! A neighbor we had never met, because there was a huge empty lot between us, came over one night and asked us if "strange things" ever happened at our house, because they were happening at their house.

We eventually bought a house and moved. Our rental house was torn down and the college put in a parking lot.

My sisters were very familiar with this story and this house. We had talked about it many times. Then, last year, I went to a BBQ with them. A guest started talking about 9 11 and what bs we were fed. Both my sisters would not engage, but made it clear to all that this topic made them angry. The moral of the story is if someone is telling you a story that makes you mad to hear, you are probably brainwashed on the topic.