Hey KC,
Back in the late 1800s... after the art of photography became more widely known and accepted. Many families had their images captured on earlier forms of imagery. My people homesteaded in the Adirondack Mountains, where my great, great grandfather was a well known Guide. His name was Nelson Chandler.
His original Adirondack homestead stood until just 5 years ago. Within it was a room (called sitting parlor back then) where friends and family would gather. Upon the walls were pictures (back then fairly recent) of family members in formal dress and some in hunting poses with their kill... and the one thing that still remains vivid in my memory was that EACH and EVERY photo, regardless of the angle of the shot taken, had images with eyes that would follow you wherever you viewed it (ot them) from within this room.
As I said, the homestead is no more. An Uncle of mine acquired the land via shady means back in the early 1970s from within the family's grasp and let the place go to build place a moble home (yeah, a frickin' trailer... the goof!) nearby to live in.
As the house fell in need of repair, he stripped the old disware and anything old in the way of antique furnature from it. The sitting room also once held a piano before he sold it. Oh, and the photos... the idiot found out that the frames were worth money, and that the primary reclaiming value of old and vintage photographs of that era was the silver within the negatives and some earlier pictures.
I'm very greatful to a great uncle of mine for giving
his photographs of that era to me before he died in the mid 1980s. He was 86 years of age. Today - Those pictures are upon a wall in my home. And they bring me comfort while creeping out lots of other people that see them.
My Uncle that destroyed the homestead... selling off all the family energy... His wife died of cancer in that mobile home in 1984. From that point on, my Uncle had hauntings. Music was heard to come from the old closed up homestead, and yes, it was piano music. Lights were seen by cars passing by... to the extent that the State Police were called on several ocassions to investigate possible burglary. They found nothing.
Items would be moved the few times he ventured into the building, and this delighted me as a youngster because I knew he was being punished for his trespasses. His mother and father had lived there, and three generations before them... and, co-incidently, my great grandmother had a child that was still born. Back then, a simple burial on family land took place. Sadly, this childs grave has never been found nor made known to anyone because the baby was born out of wedlock. No marker marks the child's resting spot...and my grandfather, and his two brothers... they either were sworn to secrecy or had no knowledge of the birthing. Suffice it to say; the land has sooooo much of my family energy coursing in and about it.
Today the spot where the homestead stood is a caved-in-hole in the earth. My Uncle knocked the building down with a bulldozer, and then got a burn permit to torch it. The weeds and green growth of today couldn't be any healthier there about where it stood.
My Uncle the goof moved away and only recently has strted staying there during late summer long enough to get through deer hunting season. And on a cool sumer night, it has been stated by locals (when he isn't there, mind you) that voices and laughter like a lawn gathering can be heard in those few hours before the dusk has brought forth darkness.