It was 4th of July 1975 and my husband and I went to Martha's Vineyard. The hotels were all full. We mentioned this to the man renting mopeds to us. He said let me call Mrs.---, she has a room w/bath and a kitchen on the second floor that her daughter uses on occasion, and he was sure she would rent it out. He called her and sent us over. It was a beautiful, very old Victorian, with lovely rose gardens. Mrs.. showed us in. A beautiful antique filled home, we went up the mahogany staircase. The stairs lead to a small hall w/3 doors. Mrs. showed us the bedroom, the bath and pointed to a third door and said, "that's the kitchen, but you won't be using that". We assured her we wouldn't be. She would leave the front door unlocked so we could come in and out at our convenience. It was such a beautiful home and we felt so lucky to be able to stay a night. Well, we came back about 11 pm, after dinner, and a movie and went upstairs. After using the bathroom, we talked a few minutes, put the TV on and I said to my husband, "I want to peek in the kitchen". He said OK "just peek”, so we did. It had tall ceilings, light yellow glass front cabinets with china and glasses. Nothing special. We went back to the bedroom and were watching TV when all of a sudden the chest of drawers literally banged up and down, from right to left. I looked at my husband and said, "did you see that??" his response, "what the bureau moving??" Then...OMG... It did it AGAIN!! I was so scared. My husband was amused. We should not have opened that kitchen door. My husband fell asleep. I did not. I stayed awake all night and was very happy to leave the next morning!! Well Donna, those are 2 specific things that happened to me. I never went so far as to doing any research. I think the moped man said it was called "The Rose House" but I could be mistaken. You may use my first name.

Submitted by Rhonda