The Great Ghost Story W/O - My House (A True Story)Jun 19 '04 Write an essay on this topic.The Bottom Line Perhaps somebody was playing tricks on me. Perhaps I was playing tricks on myself. I think otherwise. Against my best judgement, I think I had a ghost. Thanks to jps242 for hosting. If you've got a creepy tale to tell, I beg you, go to http://www.epinions.com/content_3960184964 to participate. -------------------------------------------------------- My ex-husband and I, after an exhaustive search of purchasable living accommodations, found what we thought was a perfect house – a quiet little 1920s style bungalow in a quiet little town, in a quiet little unassuming neighbourhood. We moved in, got ourselves settled, got ourselves a puppy and started our quiet little domestic lives in this house I fell in love with. The outward signs of ghost-age didn’t begin right away. It started with a feeling of something watching me. Every time I was in the shower, I had an overwhelming and frightening sense of something or someone staring at the naked me. It got to the point where showers were a quick in-and-out job, with me covering my girl bits throughout. Eventually, despite my fears of seeming crazy, I spoke to my ex-husband about the problem. He, too, got the overwhelming sense of something staring at him in the shower. Of course, this certainly didn’t constitute a haunting, but we put the shower curtain all the way up to the ceiling and the feeling went away. The footsteps started a few weeks into our stay. In the middle of the night, the ‘thuds’ would wake us up. The first couple of times this happened, the ex-husband would rush upstairs with a knife, hoping to catch the culprit, but nobody was ever there. The moment he got back to the bedroom, the footsteps would begin again. These creepy sounds continued, both upstairs and in the second bedroom. Sometimes they were loud, sometimes quiet – and sometimes there were two sets of footsteps. We came to think that the footsteps were just a part of the house, and began to sleep peacefully. Our puppy refused to go upstairs. All three of us got a terrible feeling when we were up there. The dog did venture up a couple of times, but each time she’d run downstairs, tail between her legs and crying, which was much like what I would do every time I was up there. One day I was on the phone with my best friend in the kitchen. The freezer door kept popping open. I’d turn my back, and the freezer door would be wide open. I’d turn my back again and it would close. This went on for a half an hour, and no matter how quickly I’d turn my back, the freezer door would immediately open or close, but only when I had my back turned. Eventually I had to leave the house and I told the ether, “Right, I’ve got to leave now. I don’t want my food spoiling, so it would be rather nice if you kept the freezer door shut.” And suddenly it was all over, never to happen again. One morning I was getting ready for work and the bathroom door opened – the door handle actually turned on its own and the door flew open. Realising that I was home alone, I started pooing myself. I shut the door quietly again, staring at the door handle. A few seconds later, the door handle turned and the door flew open with great force again. Nobody was there. Often I’d come home from work and every door in the house would be wide open. There were no signs of forced entry and the doors had been unlocked from the inside (two doors had chains on them.) The first time this happened, I hid in the bedroom in fear of the intruders and called the police. There were no signs that anything had been tampered with or moved. We decided to change the locks, but it kept happening. I stopped calling the police, and eventually grew accustomed to the fact that I would occasionally come home to all the doors in the house wide open, no matter if it were summer or winter. On one hot summer day, I opened every window and door in the house, and then went out into my backyard to potter around in the garden. When finished, I found that the back door was shut and locked. I then checked the other door, then the other, and found that they had not only been locked, but the chains were in place. I thought that I could break in through one of my open windows, but they had also been shut and locked. Frustrated, scared and angry, I decided to have a nap in my hammock. An hour later, I woke up to find that the back door was not only unlocked, but also wide open. Nobody had been in the house. Often we’d come home from work to find odd answering machine messages. They sounded like they had been recorded in our house, with the sound of the television in the background. After checking the Caller ID, we’d realise that nobody had called to leave these messages, so they had to have been left at the answering machine itself. Occasionally, we’d be in the kitchen where the answering machine was located, and would suddenly hear the beep of an answering machine message left. Despite the phone not ringing, despite us not being near the answering machine, there would still be a message. Thinking there was a fault in the answering machine, we got another…then another. And the problem continued. When we went to work, we kept the puppy enclosed in the hallway so she wouldn’t poo all over the house. I’d often come home to find that the gate that kept her in had been moved to the side and the dog was running amok. Once, the gate disappeared completely – nowhere to be found – but reappeared the next morning in its usual place. Things were often moved or disappeared around the house. I’d lost count of the number of time that my keys or phone disappeared, only to reappear on the key hook or in the phone charger where they should have been in the first place. I was speaking to my cousin on the phone while sitting in the spare bedroom. Suddenly I heard footsteps and the dog was barking madly. I saw a form, a person; walk past the bedroom door and into the bathroom, the dog still barking wildly. I got up to check the bathroom, but nobody was there. The dog stopped barking, and I was left in hysterics. When the marriage went bad, I started sleeping in the spare bedroom with my dog. One night, I took all of the pillows off the bed and piled them in front of the door, then settled down in bed to watch a bit of television. In the corner of my eye, I could see somebody pass in front of the window to my left on the inside. My dog started going mad, barking like crazy. I heard footsteps, and then I saw a shadow pass in front of the television at the foot of my bed, and the dog followed these footsteps, growling in fear. I pulled the covers over my head and started crying, and heard the footsteps follow to the side of the bed where I was lying. I then heard – and I swear to everything important in my life on this – the person, the thing, the form, the ghost say, “Do you mind if I have a seat.” The voice was broken, like it was coming from somewhere far away, and this distance of the voice still burns in my head today. I didn’t answer, but this thing sat down on the bed beside me. I felt its weight, and I felt the pressure of its form against my thighs. The dog was still barking and crying, and I laid there quietly for what seemed like hours, until I realised that I had to get the hell out of there. I put both of my hands against this thing and pushed it off the bed. I felt it move, I felt how cold it was – then I ran. I kicked all of the pillows out of the way of the door and ran across the hallway in hysterics. As soon as I got into the bedroom where my ex-husband was sleeping, the lamp on the dressing table turned on by itself. Neither of us were anywhere near it, and yet it the lamp was burning. The ex-husband remarked that the dog had been barking for ages, so perhaps it wasn't a nightmare. I didn’t sleep at all the night, and barely so from there forward. And I wasn't the only person this happened to. My father-in-law, a straight-talking logical man, spent the night in this room after my experience. The next morning, he said he woke up to a man looking down on him, speaking to him. I didn't say a thing, and let him continue to be confused about his experience. Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe he 'met' the same person I did. I saw the previous owners in a local supermarket one day, and despite my worries of sounding like a complete mentalist, I asked if they had ever experienced anything odd or creepy while living there. “Heh, oh yes, heh heh heh. We think it was the previous owners’ son.” And they wouldn’t go into it further. I wasn’t the only one. I didn’t go mad. Things had happened in that house.  |
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