The Haunted House That Wasn’t

The Johnson family had always dreamed of owning an old home. When they found the tall, weathered house at the end of River Street, they fell in love instantly. The creaking porch, the tall gables, even the ivy crawling up the brick walls it looked like something out of a storybook. They moved in just a week before Halloween. At first, the kids were excited. “It’s like living in a real haunted house!” Emily, the youngest, squealed as she ran up the staircase.

But that excitement didn’t last long.

On their very first night, as the wind howled outside, strange sounds began to drift through the halls. Low moans that seemed to rise from the walls themselves. The heavy front door rattled on its hinges. A picture frame clattered against the hallway walls.

The next night, it was worse.

Doors slammed without warning. Curtains swayed though the windows were latched shut. The air inside the house was so cold that no matter how high they turned up the heat, they couldn’t shake the chill. At bedtime, Emily whispered, “Mom… I think there are ghosts here.”

By the third night, everyone was on edge. The Johnsons huddled in the living room, the lights flickering as the wind roared outside. Mr. Johnson had finally had enough. “Alright,” he said, grabbing a flashlight. “If this place is haunted, I’m going to find out who or what is making all this noise.” He marched up the creaking staircase, the family following close behind. The noises grew louder as they reached the attic. The door groaned as he pushed it open.

Everyone held their breath. And there it was. Not a ghost. Not a ghoul. Not even a single shadowy figure. Just old insulation, open gaps in the attic walls, and drafts whistling through cracks big enough to make the rafters hum. The “ghosts” were nothing but the wind. The slamming doors? Just air pressure from all those drafts. The freezing rooms? Poor insulation that let the night air crawl right inside.

For a moment, the Johnsons stared in stunned silence. Then Mrs. Johnson laughed. The kids laughed. Even Mr. Johnson shook his head, smiling in relief. “This house isn’t haunted,” he said. “It’s just drafty!”

And the Johnsons hired Soundseals Insulation to spray foam their home sealing away those spooky drafts. From that night on, the Johnsons slept soundly.