As a teenager, I moved around a lot and because of that I ended up living in some haunted places. One of these places was an old house where the top half of the house was turned into an apartment. We had to use the front entrance to get into the house and up the main staircase. Something about the front steps always freaked me out because half way up the I had to pass through a cold spot. Yeah, I know, drafty old house, but hey whatever. And there were times it felt like something followed me up the stairs.
Something in the house would come out of my closet as a black figure and stand at the end of my bed. My name would be called when no one was home. I had horrible nightmares while I was there about dark things. Or someone would talk and you could hear the voice, but not make it out. Late at night, I’d be in the living room and I saw this streak of light race into the bathroom. I never felt alone while I lived there.
The ghost enjoyed playing with the thermostat so I would get in trouble with my mom. Then the real kicker was something that I would never forget and stay with me. I went into my mother’s bedroom and was looking through her jewelry box while I sat on the bed. Across from the bed was a dresser with a mirror and across from the bedroom door was a dressing table that had another mirror so I could see the reflection of the other mirror and the door. Something cold came over me and I had the sense I wasn’t alone.
I glanced at the door and saw nothing, but I noticed some movement in the reflection of the mirrors. In the reflection of the door from the dressing table, I saw a little girl starting at me. She stood in the doorway with a dead stare of blue eyes and blond curls wearing a white dress. I glanced back at the doorway and nothing there, but when I looked in the other reflection she had gone.
We stayed in the house for a few more months and I never say her again, but I could always feel her along with whatever lived in my closet. From there we moved to another place that also had it’s own flare. But it’s one of the thing that has been impressed upon me and influences my writing.
Do you have any ghostly encounters?
We have had something living with us in our house for years. It goes through phases of showing up and making itself known and then will retreat for weeks or months. Well it has been back this past week. I pay attention more than my guys therefore I experience more of its antics, so anytime my guys see or hear it, it vindicates me that I am not crazy.
One instance this week witnessed by my hubby, it opened a door all the way open very slowly in front of him. This was after a couple of days of it messing around in our bedroom while I was trying to sleep.
It sounds like yours isn’t scary and just wants attention from time to time. I totally believe it. Huggs
Our house now only has visitors, but nothing permanent.