A Haunting

Fibs and Truth

When my parents had decided to move, they took me to veiw the new two story house. The real estate agent walked around with us and answered Mom and Dad's questions about the house. I was uber excited - there was a second floor AND a basement to this place! I wanted to see the rooms on the second floor, so I began searching for the staircase. I remember the real estate lady telling my parents she didnt know where the door to the second floor was, she thought the door in the kitchen was a storage closet and that we should continue to view the house.

Psh, whatever, I wanted to find the second floor. So I opened the door in the kitchen and found the set of stairs that led up to the second floor. Yes! I was so excited about my little discovery that I went and told my parents and they came upstairs with me. We found the Master bedroom right at the top of the stairs, and to the left and back was a second room. We walked up to the door and Dad asked the Real Estate Lady why there was a padlock on the outside of the door, she said she didnt have a clue. When he pushed the door open, there were tons of stains and drawings on the wall, like a child had been locked inside. What we assumed where ketchup hand prints, crayon and marker drawings all around the room, lipstick marks all at this one height. Mom said that maybe it was a punishment or time out room, since there was a padlock on the outside of the door.

When we were cleaning the house up, my sister had told me that someone had died in our house. Scared out of my wits, I went and told my Mom what she said. I remember Mom scolding my sister and telling her not to scare me, after all, I was sleeping on the second floor with my parents, while my sister got the bedroom downstairs.

Well, it turns out someone really did die in my house.

One of my friends, Amanda, took me to her friends house(I was about sixteen or seventeen). The whole time, their dad kept watching me before he asked if I was living in the two story yellow house across town. I found it eerily odd that he would ask that out of nowhere, and hesitantly I told him I was.

He proceded to tell me that his sister had lived and died in that house. A little shocked I asked if he was joshing me, which Amanda's friend told me his dad was being serious. They told me she was nice, and she wouldn't mean any harm to me or my family, if she haunted us. The also told me she didn't have kids, which was odd because of the padlock on the outside of my door(my dad removed it when we cleaned up) and all the stains inside the room at this one height. A child's height.

The woman that died in my house died of depression, at least thats what her family told me.

I'm still currently living in the same two story yellow house with my parents. And there are things going on that I really can't explain.