I'd like to take this time to admit I believe in ghosts.
Around the time I was about twelve or thirteen, strange things started to occur in the Wolfenden abode. Lights would come on or go off on their own, footsteps in the attic, dishes flying out of the cupboard... Stuff like that. Sometimes you could feel a sudden change in the air where you happened to be. It would get ice cold and you could actually see your breath sometimes.
My brother had once walked into an invisible ice-cold wall one night in the living room.
Things would happen with such regularity that we began taking them in stride because nothing was really happening with what any of us felt was malignancy, just simply mischief... We even named him.
Strange things would happen and guest would ask "What on earth was that?"
"Oh, that's just Uncle Harvey..."
Classic Poltergeist stuff.
Actually it was kind of cool to have a house that was haunted.
Shortly after my youngest sister hit seventeen or so it stopped abruptly. I never saw any of his later highjinx because I was away in the Army, but he was becoming more creative with his games, hiding my sister's school books, my mother's reading glasses. Things like that.
I hadn't thought about any of that stuff for years until yesterday. I think he's come back to pay me a little visit.
I went to bed around 10:30 yesterday morning. I set my alarm clock for 8:00 PM, shut down my computer, turned all the lights off and crawled into bed.
Then my alarm woke me and I hit snooze and dozed back off. When it went off the second time I noticed it was still light out and looked over at the clock. It read 1:00 PM.
What the fuck.
It was then I noticed that the light was on in my kitchen and bathroom, and my computer was on.
I know I turned them all off... I go up and checked the door to make sure no one had waltzed into my place, but it was locked.
I double-checked the alarm and sure enough, it was still set for 8:00 PM.
I guess Uncle Harvey thought I was a little lonely and decided to drop in for a visit. To tell you the truth, I really don't mind. I could use the conversation.
Welcome back, Uncle Harvey!
Copyright 2005 Thomas J Wolfenden
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Ok, so now I'm just freaked out.
Creepy. Good thing I read this during daylight hours.
My great-grandparents haunted their house the entire time my alcoholic aunt and uncle were alive and living in the place. Spooky! I also have had the ghost of the man murdered in this house visit every once in awhile. He hasn't stopped by to say "hello" for a long time--and I don't mind. :)
that is just so weird...
Cool! Any more ghost stories? May not be able to sleep if I watch/read them too close to bed time, but I still adore ghostly tales of hauntings. Besides, it is that time of year.
I have been waiting for one ghost. That my father...
Oh the joys of a haunted house...
Mine wasn't so pleasant, it was a bad thing. I had to have the house cleared by a psychic in order to get any sleep. Those days are long gone, thank heavens!
Any more seats available, Kat? I wouldn't mind going.
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