It was just a woman in our kitchen. She stood at the door and watched us. I thought I was nuts and just seeing things until the day my son asked, "mom, who is that woman in the kitchen?" freaked me out a little. The rest of the house (especially the upstairs) gave a haunted vibe, but we never saw anything else strange.
Ghosts have always intrigued me. I haven't ever seen one, but people I know wouldn't lie to me swear up and down they have seen ghoests... I'm thinking of my mother at the moment. She said she described a man perfectly looking at her and my father in bed when they first got married. The land lady said Mama described her late husbnad.... blue suit, right arm appeared to be behind him (actually it was amputated)... more, I heard, I don't recall them at the moment.
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We used to live in a haunted house. It was pretty cool.
Bird,
Did you have a ghost like "Topper" or strange things happening all the time?
It was just a woman in our kitchen. She stood at the door and watched us. I thought I was nuts and just seeing things until the day my son asked, "mom, who is that woman in the kitchen?" freaked me out a little. The rest of the house (especially the upstairs) gave a haunted vibe, but we never saw anything else strange.
Steve, by the way, thinks we're full of shit on this. He's just jealous that she never appeared to him.
Ghosts have always intrigued me. I haven't ever seen one, but people I know wouldn't lie to me swear up and down they have seen ghoests... I'm thinking of my mother at the moment. She said she described a man perfectly looking at her and my father in bed when they first got married. The land lady said Mama described her late husbnad.... blue suit, right arm appeared to be behind him (actually it was amputated)... more, I heard, I don't recall them at the moment.
Wow! That's a trip, Ed.
Oooh, all the hairs on the back of my neck are standing up and I have goosebumps from reading this.
Suzanne,
If I had the technical abilities I would play Michael Jackson's "Thriller" now.
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