When I was younger, I enjoyed listening to a good ghost story, but I never believed that ghosts were
real. Of course all of that changed several years ago, when my husband, my two daughters and I moved into a
house where a young woman had died in her bedroom from natural causes. Her mother and father built this house
when their daughter was still just a little girl, and later after her parent’s divorce, she and her mother continued living there. Some years later, the young lady died and her mother moved but instead of selling the house, she leased it for several years. We just happen to be one of the lucky ones who got to meet her daughter after her death.
The hauntings all began rather innocently. One day I thought I saw someone walk by an opened doorway, but after searching the entire house I discovered I was the only there. I didn’t think much of it and came to believe I had only imagined seeing someone walk by, until it starting happening all of the time. Then one day, I was searching through the refrigerator when I thought I heard one of one my daughters say, “Mom,” but when I turned around, there was no one behind me. In fact, the rest of my family was still fast asleep. With so many weird things happening, I thought I must be going a little crazy and chalked it all up to my wild imagination, until my daughters and husband basically had the same things happen to them at different times during our residing there. I guess our ghost got comfortable living with us, because after that first experience, she often said our names to get our attention.
My oldest daughter’s bedroom must have been that young lady’s room, during her lifetime, because most of the physical activity took place in there. Several nights my daughter would be woken from a sound sleep by someone shaking her bed or by loud footsteps in the room. One night, the activity was especially annoying because the ghost wouldn’t stop shaking the bed. My daughter finally became so irritated she demanded that the ghost stop. Strangely enough, the ghost listened and settled down for the night.
For some reason I was never afraid of living in that house even though it was haunted. Our ghost never made us feel like we were trespassing in her home. In fact, I think she liked having us there. Six years later when we moved again, I thought we would leave those types of experiences behind, but on my very first day in our new home, strange things started happening there too. Every day around five o’clock, we would hear what sounded like the front door being opened and then there would be loud footsteps going down the hallway. I don’t think this was ever an intelligent haunting though. We knew when we bought the house, whoever had lived there before us had anger issues. All of the walls and wood doors had holes where someone had slammed their fists through each and every one of them. Our beautiful home had absorbed so much bad energy that it kept reliving them day after day.
You’ll be happy to know that our new house is free of spirits-good or evil. These days no one is trying to get my attention by calling my name or stomping down my hallway. Do I believe in ghosts? You bet your granny’s panties I do, but so far I’ve never had to face one that scared me so much I went screaming out into the night. Besides, I’m not crazy enough to go out in the dark by myself.