Man at the Door

Name:            Jaime
Email:           saobebegrl@aol.com
Location:        Lowell, MA
Type:            Ghost
Date:            Tuesday, July 25, 2000
Time:            08:39 AM

During December of 1997, my brother, Sue, Nancy, and I decided to skip school one day. It was on a day of a big snow storm. We didn't no where to go and one of my friends suggested that we go to Mary's house about 40 miles away from where we lived. So we all went. When we got to her house we couldn't get our car into her drive way because of the snow. So my brother grabbed the shovel from trunk and started shoveling and told us girls to go in the house. So we started walking in the snow to her house.

It was really cold that day. We knocked on the garage/basement door and her uncle opened it. I quickly glanced at him because I didn't want him to think we were bad kids skipping school. We asked if Mary was home and he didn't say anything and he was acting weird. He was fuzzy and had a green towel on his shoulder. He closed the door. When he went into the room I felt relieved because I didn't want me and my friends to give him the wrong idea about us and tell our parents that we were skipping school.

So we went up stairs to see Mary. She was babysitting her aunt's kids. We asked her if she wanted to go to the mall and she said yeah but there was no one there to watch the kids! We went for a quick tour of upstairs rooms and went to her room while she went to take a shower. One room was really cold and eerie. Nancy, Sue, and I sat around her bed looking through her picture box. We seen a picture of her uncle and remembered he was down stairs. When she came out of the shower we asked her if her uncle could watch the kids. She said she was home alone with them. We showed her the picture and asked "Who is this then?". She said it was her father. And we said he was the man that opened the door for us. "Why don't he watch the kids?" She said that he died last year in the house. Then we all got scared. She showed us the room where he died.

We went down stairs with her to she which room the man had walked into. Mary opened the door and it was just a closet. That was the last day I ever went back to her house.