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From a Visitor in NH
A very, very long time ago, I think I must of been about 9 or 10, My family lived in an old farm house, until that time my sister and I had always slept in the same room down stairs. Because of a new sibling we were told we were moving upstairs to share a bigger room. That lasted about two or three years. Then I wanted to be on my own.
But, during the first few months of being upstairs, I noticed a lot more noise during the night, whether it was music, or just hushed voices (not my parents), maybe a shade in another room all of a sudden going up, or the sound of something dropping. I was always the one to investigate, I never found any evidence, the sound and noises continued, I was like they wanted me to open the other four doors (my parents always kept them closed). And on those mornings I would always look inside, sadly nothing ever changed. But I knew there was someone or something upstairs (I don't think anybody really believes me, even today).
The day I noticed anything was the day I grew up an enough and the parents gave me a room of my own.
The room was mine. It was great. And that night my friends left me. In many ways I was very sad. I woke everyone in the house, to tell them or to let me outside so I could see where they might of gone, I was told to go back to bed.
I have thought about the event enough over the years, and my evaluation: that it was there room and when I moved in, they left.
I was so calm and relaxed the night they left, there had been enough activity from them so I was awake, Then I saw three beautifully dressed women just walk past my bedroom, just a little nod towards me, not really a wave goodbye, but I knew they were gone, and miss the them the hunt and the goodbye.
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