Hello World Part 1 (100 Day Photo Challenge!)

Day 22: Your Bedroom (in it's current state)

Yep, there is my room.  It's nothing special.  I really don't even know what to say about it.

So...maybe I'll tell you something else.  Maybe I'll tell you a scary story about my room.  Yes!  That's what I'll do!

To begin with I just need to make it perfectly clear that the house I live in now was built by my grandpa.  My grandparents lived in the house, then my aunt, her children, and my grandparents all lived in the house, then my aunt and her children lived in the house, and now my family lives in the house.  My scary story takes place during the time that my aunt and her children lived in the house.  My memory is fuzzy though, I don't remember if my grandparents lived here at the time or not.

Anyways, when I was younger and I would come to visit the house I was scared of the basement.  First of all, basements can be scary places for obvious reasons (which I will not get into).  But for some reason I was VERY scared of this basement.  I was most scared of the room (my bedroom now) that held the door leading to the outside and LOADS of boxes.  I'm not going to mention to you that my cousins (who happened to be boys) like to tell scary ghost stories about the basement.  Let's just say the room scared me, the basement scared me, and I don't know why I did what I'm about to tell you.

On one particular visit and for some very strange reason my cousin and I decided that we were going to go into the room that was full of boxes.  I really really don't know why we did this.  This is my memory (while I'm telling you this memory please remember I was young AND my cousins (the boy ones) had filled my head with ghost stories).

Please take a look at picture one.  You see that door off to the right and towards the back?  Well, for some reason I was standing in that area.  Now look at that picture again and try to picture the room darker, full of boxes, and dark wall panels on the wall.  Why I was standing in such a place is beyond me.  BUT as I stood in that room with my cousin the unthinkable happened...

Suddenly, yes suddenly, one of the boxes began to move.  It moved!!!!!  And was I the only one to see it?  No!  My cousin saw it too!  But what were we supposed to do?  We were standing in the back of the room, the door next to us led to the creepy staircase plus it was all boarded up!  We had to escape the room but how?

Needless to say I was pretty sure a ghost was going to pop out at us at any moment.  Luckily one didn't, otherwise I'd be scared for life.  The room seemed bigger to me then, I don't remember how we got out but it probably involved running, maybe a little whimper here and a cry there.  It probably felt like hours before we made our way from the room and back to the safety of the light...upstairs.

My memory is fuzzy again, but I'm pretty sure the boys swore that they weren't in the room with us.  Perhaps this little move of the box was just part of our little girl imaginations.  Perhaps it really was a ghost.  Whatever it was, or whoever it was, remains a mystery but that experience has stayed in the back of my mind.

Today my room is not so scary.  It's quite a bit brighter, the walls are now painted yellowish white, it doesn't seem as big, and I've added my own flair to the room.  I'm not afraid of my ghost anymore.  :)

The End!