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A Haunting in California
My mother bought a house in a nice but very old neighborhood. The couple that lived there before us was party freaks and did not keep the house up well. Being in the middle of a divorce, they were desperate to sell. So we got it at a pretty good price. As ugly and unkempt as it was, my mother wished to renovate. Totally. The main base for the second floor was kept, mainly the 3rd and 1st floor were torn down and remade. The original basement stayed too, you know the kind that are always cold and cement floors and walks and is damp and no one likes? Well yeah. That kind. With an old house came plumbing problems and the plumber was a pretty sociable guy. He told many stories of hauntings throughout the neighborhood, and said that the basements of the local houses had been used during war a long, long time ago. The extremely injured soldiers left the battlefield and got medical consulting hiding in our basements. Mom told me not to believe him so I mostly didn't. At first all was fine. Then the hauntings began. It was subtle at first; the type of things you would expect from an old house I suppose.
There were creaky stairs, creaky floors, when no one was walking, walls creaking making crackly noises. I told myself it was normal for houses of this age. So apparently the spirit didn’t consent to me ignoring it and it decided to reveal itself. There was a cat that liked to play on my bed and watched me sleep. At least I think it was a cat. But how credible is your recollection in the middle of the night. I just know it was small and it moved. I started to fear that if I closed my bedroom door, the thing would be trapped in there with me and in an angry fit kill me. Or if something happened the door would be stuck shut and I wouldn’t be able to get out fast enough. So I left my door wide open were I had a great view of the hall/staircase from my room. I went to bed and my mom watched a movie downstairs. I woke up to the sound of her laughing at a funny movie scene. I looked in the hall and saw a ling figure from about the floor to the ceiling. It had no face or body shape of any sort but I could for some reason tell exactly were the front of it was and were the back of it was. It was a blackish grayish color and when my mom cracked up again, it lean over the stairway railing, and I had a strange feeling of being surrounded by curiosity mixed with hatred. I gasped slightly, and it went straight up again, "facing towards me" it seemed to rush forwards, stop, as if it was fighting to control itself, and then it disappeared. I’m quite a scaredy cat, whether the spirit is good or bad, and I ducked my head under the covers. Shortly after, I summoned the courage to peek over the top of my quilt. And guess who was looking at me from the dresser, none other than the cat. For a long while after I would see the long figure in the hall and quickly after it leaves, I would see the cat somewhere. I finally had to tell my mom and she casually replied" oh I’ve seen it too, in the hall, in my room, everywhere. I once even woke up to find it leaning over me and when I sat up and reached out towards it, it disappeared. " My family has been known to be in contact with the dead. We see things; predict things before they happen (like picking up the phone and say, hi John without looking at the caller ID and guess what, it was John!). We even share dreams sometimes! When someone in the family dies, that person visits everyone before finnalkly moviing on! (Did you see Aunt Cassandra? Yes! she told me to visit dad because he’d be sick1 well he is, he just got a cold! oh really? I’ll go there later on then) my family is also attracted to haunted houses. My uncle innocently bought a fairly new house only to find that he wasn’t the only one living there. The old lady, who died a few years before, hadn’t quite moved out. And my mom just thought she’d found a good deal, not a hideout for dead soldiers. My grandmas attic is a whole different story and my cousin picked a church to get married in, only to find that not all the students who went to private school there many, many years ago, still hadn’t fully graduated! My little cousin who is only five has full out conversations with "the air” pretty crazy huh?
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