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Date: Sun, 7 Dec 1997 14:20:36 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Danielle Harlow
email Musikmob@aol.com
I've posted a story on here already, but it wasn't really a GHOST story, just a weird one. This happened at my house, in which I have never expirenced anything, and in which my mom has only expirenced one other thing besides this one. I always used to say my house was haunted, (especially the upstairs) and that I sometimes felt watched, mainly in my brother's room (upstairs) nearest the attic door, and from my basement. I have had no expirences in either place, and I strongly suspect I was just hoping for a haunted house, so I manufactured one, either that or I wanted attention.
My two friends were spending the night, and we were watching TV downstais. My mom was asleep upstairs, and my dad had not yet returned home from work. She said she woke up and saw a girl dressed in white sitting on her rocker, which was fairly close to her bed. She thought it was me, having come upstairs because of a fight with my friends. She was going to say something to me, but decided not to, thinking that I probably would want to be left alone if my feelings were hurt. This sounds like it took awhile, but in reallity it took about 5 seconds. She looked away, or blinked or something and the girl disappeared. Being tired, she just attributed it to being groggy, but was fairly sure she was awake during these events. The next morning she asked me if I was upstairs. I was not, and neither were my friends. To our knowledge, no girls ever lived in the house. The woman who we bought it from's husband had died there but no one else. I am more inclined to believe it was an angel, you know dressed in white and all.
Another thing that happened was that my mom heard slow, heavy foot steps on the stairs by the basement and back doors while she was in the shower. (Little Diagram:)
_________________________ |____|_____________________________
|/////tub///// | _|b back door | kitchen
|////tub///// | a 1step |
| | s 2step |
| | e 3step |
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She heard the back door open (which, honestly does open by it's self a lot) and footsteps go across the landing and up the three stairs. They did not go any further, nor did they retreat; my dad was at working and my brother and I were at school. Besides, the footsteps were to slow and heavy to be my dad's.(After years of hearing his footsteps come home in this amphitheater of a house, you get used to what they sound like). There used to be a bar on the steps sort-of like a railing, but it was obviously installed after the house was built. The woman -we-bought-the-house-from's husband was a little bit of an invalid later in life so I think it was put in to make going down the stairs easier. Don't you think someone in his position might make slower, possibly heavier footsteps?
Well, gotta go pick out a Christmas tree :-), 'tis the season. But last year I tried to make a school wide ghost story book, you know get a good one from everybody, a project that, sadly, didn't take off. But as a result, I have about 20 stories, only a few of which are actually good enough to post. I'll post 'em though. Plus a local college story, since college stories are popular on here.
With Love, Peace, Encouragement, and Happy Ghost Hunting,
Danielle Harlow