My brother's fiance, Nikki, has a knack for seeing ghosts. While I find it kind of refreshing in some ways in that I am not the only one seeing weird shit around this place anymore, I also find it really kind of unnerving, because she's seeing the same things I used to see when i first moved in here and seems to be constantly harassed by them. I worry that if I were to have company for a few days, that they may be harassed as well.
For example, last night, Mike, Nikki and I were playing a game in the living room, and decided to move into the family room because we were a litle noisey and didnt want to wake other people up. Nikki went back into the living room to pick up her coffee mug, and came back compalining that she had seen a face in the fire place.
One sunday afternoon, when I was twelve years old, I sat alone on the sofa reading a book pusblished by Yankee Magazine about the strange history of New England. It was a damp, dreary day outside, kind of like today. The room itself was a little drafty and I kept getting the chills. After about an hour of reading, I started getting a creepy sensation, like I wasn't alone. Suddenly, I heard a rustle in the chimney. Looking across the room, into the darkness of the fireplace, I saw something moving. A pale white face came into view, glaring at me. I quickly tossed the book aside and ran to find some company. For a long time, I'd chalked the experience up to an overactive imagination, until I started seeing other things. Even then, however, I'd made some excuses, like maybe I was just seeing a grease stain on the glass, or a place where the brick had been bleached out, and my mind told me that I was seeing a ghost. Apparently, it was also real.
I really hate this house sometimes.
For example, last night, Mike, Nikki and I were playing a game in the living room, and decided to move into the family room because we were a litle noisey and didnt want to wake other people up. Nikki went back into the living room to pick up her coffee mug, and came back compalining that she had seen a face in the fire place.
One sunday afternoon, when I was twelve years old, I sat alone on the sofa reading a book pusblished by Yankee Magazine about the strange history of New England. It was a damp, dreary day outside, kind of like today. The room itself was a little drafty and I kept getting the chills. After about an hour of reading, I started getting a creepy sensation, like I wasn't alone. Suddenly, I heard a rustle in the chimney. Looking across the room, into the darkness of the fireplace, I saw something moving. A pale white face came into view, glaring at me. I quickly tossed the book aside and ran to find some company. For a long time, I'd chalked the experience up to an overactive imagination, until I started seeing other things. Even then, however, I'd made some excuses, like maybe I was just seeing a grease stain on the glass, or a place where the brick had been bleached out, and my mind told me that I was seeing a ghost. Apparently, it was also real.
I really hate this house sometimes.
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I remember a few times I thought I saw the white figure of an older woman walking the house. She was wearing a dress you would see an elderly woman wearing in the 70's or so. Well, one night my friend Billy and I were in my room (I'd guess we were 17 at the time) and he starts freaking out saying he saw a white misty figure in the doorway. He described her perfectly just as I saw her. I'd never told him about her.
Up until the time I moved out I still saw her now and again. I had lots of weird experiences in that house.