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A Ghost Story About My House
Posted by newscoma | Posted in Tennessee | Posted on 07-10-2008
My house is haunted. Just ask Scout who housesits for me occasionally. This one sent chills up my spine.
Well, a little after 2 a.m., I just couldn’t go on anymore and decided to call it a night. I was to sleep in the downtown bedroom and before hitting the sack, I went around the house turning off all the lights, made sure the T.V. upstairs was off and then proceeded to call the dogs because I wanted them all on the bed with me for protection. And……that’s……when……I……heard…….the……giggling…….coming……from……upstairs. Tiny little giggles leading to louder guffaws leading to raucous four-alarm borderline screaming.
T.V. was off. Lights were off. Nobody was home. They were all on vacation. Yet, someone was upstairs laughing her head off. I listened for a minute or two, paralyzed. Frozen to the spot. If I were smart and my wits were still with me, I would have darted like a mad man to the light switch and the tape recorder, but I couldn’t budge past the foot of the stairs. I glanced up to the top, hoping to catch the glow of the television on the adjacent wall, but I had definitely remembered to turn it off.
As I was contemplating leaving, the laughter was interrupted by three shaky, shy words, hardly discernible, but still there…”You don’t say.” The person I heard was having a conversation with someone else. There were two people upstairs.
And then, it was over. No more laughter. No more words. Nothing. As soon as ‘Coma returned from vacation, I hesitantly related the story back to her and her reply back was equally as scary as the event itself.
“My mom used to say that all the time when she couldn’t think of anything else to say.”
Read the rest of it. It’s creepy.
Wanna housesit.
This isn’t the only one. You need to get Squirrel Queen to tell you her story.
