Creative Writing yesterday was actually somewhat enjoyable. We sat around and told ghost stories/experiences and urban legends all hour. I don’t know why, but I absolutely love ghost stories, especially when it’s an experience of somebody I know. It’s probably all in my head, but I’m really consciously starting to wonder if my house has a ghost in it. Though, I’m not even sure I believe in ghosts. I need solid proof that they haunt in the manner people say they do, first, or an encounter of my own. But I’ve noticed a few weird things in my house through the years, that haven’t really frightened me or even made me suspicous until I put them all together. These are the reasons that I would like to believe my house is haunted:
1) First of all, if anybody knows the name Steven Ambros, his aunt lived in our house until her death, shortly before we moved here (Steven Ambros wrote a book about the Lewis and Clark expedition, and apparently, the original journals rested in this house for a number of years). Her cane is still in our basement, untouched, for whatever reason. I don’t remember her first name.
2) As I may have mentioned months before, the name “Mildred” is thinly etched in the hallway of the upstairs, pretty visible. When I was washing the walls back in August, I found two more of those small etches in the walls, in places a little bit more difficult to see. My mother was like…really excited to know I found two more, but I was sort of freaked out by that. Probably just because they look sort of creepy.
3) As for direct strange occurances, there have been a few. Occasional things, the shades in my room flip up every now and then, but I’ve attributed that to fact that the shades are pretty old, and the springs were probably shot, or something. There have also been a few unexplainable door slammings in the dead of winter, that sort of thing. I’d really love to add the fact that I seem to lose everything, but I know that’s just me. Here’s my recent questionable experience. I woke up at maybe 8:00am on a Saturday morning in April of last year to hear the utter wailing of a woman, muffled. It sounded almost like it was coming from a vent that led to my room, but the thing is, there aren’t any vents in my room. It was odd, because it sounded like it was coming from directly below my room, but my parents room is on the other side of the house. Also, five minutes or so after it stopped, I checked and both of my parents had left for ISU waay before then. The only reasonable explanation I could come up with is that some very depressed person was walking by our house, and decided they needed to sit on our front porch and weep for a while. I don’t know. My house doesn’t really feel weird to me, though. There have been a couple times I’ve scared the crap out of myself for one reason or another, or I’ve been weirded out in the middle of the night, just because something felt off. But that happens to everyone occasionally, riiiight?
Anyway, that was my paranormal spiel ^_^ Everybody have a fun Halloween, come see Footloose Thursday through Satuday, and don’t play with Ouija boards!!!