geekdaddy

Little things kept happening in the early 90’s when I was in my twenties. I would drive by a building I had never seen before, but know it from a dream, or I would see a property as it was in the early Twentieth century. Nothing spectacular as such, but these incidents still tipped the scales towards the paranormal.

In 1996 I moved into an old 1940’s World War Two vintage cinder block house that my family owned. The owner, an older lady had died there about two years before. A friend of mine had lived in it with his wife and child, and had alluded to uncomfortable feelings while living there. I laughed it off this time, that is, until I dealt with the old, dead, former tenant who didn’t want to leave.

At first I was just glad to have a place to stay. My live in girlfriend and I had broken up the fall before, and I moved out. Then creepy feelings of being watched started to flourish. I couldn’t stand being in the back bedroom. It was always colder than the rest of the house, by about ten degrees. Then one day I was mowing the backyard, and looked up at the back bedroom window. There was someone standing in it, looking at the yard. It was an older woman, with white hair, wearing an outdated nightgown. She was not misty, or floating. She almost seemed like a residual memory. I went in the house, and of course there was nothing there. I moved out when my parents divorced, relieved to be away from a place I was not wanted. (To Be Continued)

Trackback URI | Comments RSS