She Lives in My House

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Story type: Ghost
Location: My fathers house
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed May 13 10:25:32 2009

Let me tell you a story about my fathers current house. He has lived there for nearly 10 years. It is an old 1960's mansion type house complete with a courtyard inside and an old gazebo outside. It is cracked and falling to pieces and my dad is paying alot of money to have this house renovated. There is 1 room left to be renovated. It contains the computer, a few book cases and alot of old furniture, the type with clawed feet as legs. I have never liked this room. My sister never liked this room. My brother never liked this room. We have all had to sleep out there and we didn't like it one bit. I recently turned 15 and my dad and step-mum thought it was time to stop babying me and tell me alot more about the house than I ever thought was happening. After a few bottles of wine they started telling me about this old lady that lives in my house.

My dad told me how he used to see shadows out of the corner of his eyes, but always used to ignore them. One night while watching TV he kept seeing shadows flicking across the room. He got sick of it and muttered 'stupid bloody ghost' under his breath. My step-mum looked up and said 'you can see that too?' They both looked at each other realising what was happening. Since then they opened up their mind to the spirit world and now see this lady on a daily basis. Dad said that once he came home from work and the old lady was lying on my step-mums side of the bed, looking at him as he walked into the bedroom. He blinked and she was gone. During this conversation they brought up a memory of mine I must have repressed. A story of how me, as a 9 year old boy was found outside of my older brothers room asking him why I could hear noises. Upon hearing this story I now remember bits of that night.

I was lying in bed, couldn't get to sleep, playing games with my mind to doze off. When I heard the soft sounds of a baby whimpering. It was soft but it was there, I could definitely hear it. Then I heard a creaking noise, like an un-oiled door being opened but it was deeper, and lasted alot longer. Then the baby started crying again. I went to get out of bed and I saw an old lady standing in the doorway of my bedroom. She raised a finger to her lips, as if to say 'this is our little secret'. I tried to scream out but nothing came out of my mouth. She turned her back to me then turned around to face me and she had a baby in her arms. A small, ghostly child. She started opening her mouth and making creaking noises with her throat while the baby cried. She was standing right in the doorway of my room and I couldn't get out. I sat there and sobbed for what must have been at least 5 minutes. Then the baby opened its' eyes. Glowing red, like embers, I remember. I was so scared a ran right through her. I felt wet and cold as I passed through my door and I looked back the old lady had a look of disgust on her face, like I had just shoved her.

Upon recalling this memory I moved into the office. It is cold in there, there is the old furniture that I hate, there are cracks in the walls that let spiders and bugs in, the lights flicker as I try to do my school work. But I feel alot safer in there than in my old bedroom. Dunc 14th May, 2009. 12:16 AM