The Swing

From: Krystal  (spacebabe2000@msn.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Southern Louisiana
Source: Form Submission

About a year ago, I was staying at my aunt's house. Years before she and my uncle moved in, it was occupied by an old couple. They had a double house and the man lived on one side and the woman on the other.

Well, years passed and the woman died and the man died soon after. And when they came to look at the house, it was still filled with the old couple's things.

Well, at night, you can hear people talking in a whisper, things will disappear and reappear days later.

Well that night, I decided to stay up and watch tv after everyone had gone to sleep. I was getting very tired, but I wanted to finish my show before retiring to my bed. But before I could even finish my thought, I heard a creaking sound. Being realistic, and knowing that the house was over 100 years old, I just thought it was just creaking in the wind, maybe just a loose board or something. So I just forgot about it, but it kept creaking.

After minutes of non-stop noise, I got up to search the house. I decided to skip the kitchen, and work office, becasue you had to go through my uncle and aunts bedroom. So I just went to the window in the front. As I oushed down the blinds, I saw their porch swing, swinging incrdibly fast. I didn't know what to think, there was absolutly no wind blowing and no one around to make it go that fast .I panicked, not knowing wether to scream or run. But it didn't matter, because I couldn't do a thing.

After moments of gawking at the sight, I ran to my aunt and uncles bedroom to wake them and tell them what happened, but after I told them, they didn't seem to care and rolled over and went back to sleep.

I went to my room, but couldn't sleep, yet I was so tired. So I layed in my bed and I promise you I stayed up until the sun came up, just becasue I was so scared.