A Haunting

Small Talk With Friends

We all have friends at some point in life, sometimes we loose contact with them and we make new friends. But at one point, we've all had at least one. I love my friends, they're just like a second family to me, and some are even part of my own family - always invited to family get togethers and such. I have, basically, different friends for different moods.

That probably doesn't make much sense, with the whole haunting bit, but let me continue.

One of my many friends and I started talking about strange things. Stuff that we just took for granted as kids, imaginary friends and the things we used to be scared of in the shadows. She told me about how she remembers these figures arguing about her and how she took a tumble down the stairs because of it. She wasn't seriously hurt because of her fall, just banged up with some bruises to show for it. She said could clearly hear the voices right before she was pushed down the stairs. When she told me this it gave me the chills and I got a nagging feeling in the back of my head.

The whole time we were hanging out, I just kept thinking, and thinking, and thinking. What she had said about voices reminded me of when I was little, about five or six, and living in this trailer house with my parents and my older sister. At the time My sister and I shared a room, our room was small. We had a day bed, and a trundle bed that fit neatly under the day bed, giving us more room to move around. In one corner we had a Tv and Tv stand, and against the wall across from the day bed a book shelf.

When we had the trundle bed pulled out, there was no room to get from our door to our closet or the Tv. So my sister and I always took turns sleeping on the trundle bed. There were nights when my sister worked lated, So I would get the day bed, it saved her from having to climb over me on the trundle bed.

One night, I had the trundle bed. I was always scared of the dark, so when I slept I pulled the sheets over my head but left a small gap so I could get fresh air. We never closed our bedroom door, and the trundle bed was fairly close to the door. One night I heard voices coming from the kitchen, I don't remember being scared, but I know I got up too see what the voices were.

When you leave our room, your in a hallway and immediatly to your left is the living room, the front door and then there is a raised area and thats the kitchen, up two steps to the kitchen. We had a small bar in the kitchen, and on the bar we had my sister and I's Beta fish. When I left our room I made it half way in the living room before the voices I heard hushed, then stopped. I remember smiling and kind of giggling because the voices reminded me of Timon and Pumba, I wanted to play with them. There was more hushed, whisper like voices and then all of a sudden one of there was a sound like glass breaking and crashing to the floor. And thats all I remember, what I did after that is just blank.

Of course we had moved from the trailer house to a two story house that my parents and I live in today, my sister lives on her own with her husband, not important.

I told my friend about it that night she told me about her fall down the stairs. We both looked at each other, and so began our talk of creepy stories we had heard and strange things that had happened to us. Which lead to our talk about Ouija Boards. We talked about how Ouija Boards worked and how cool it would be to use one, we had always said that one day we would, up and into High School, we always talked about how we needed to use it in my house. More specifically my bedroom up on the second floor.