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From netcom.com!wycoffd Thu Jun 23 20:19:00 1994
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From: wycoffd@netcom.com (Donald Wycoff II)
Subject: Haunted House?
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Here are some other experiences shared by myself and several roomates
while I was at college. We shared a house rented by a friendy old man
who lived accross the street. The house was over 100 years old, victorian
in architecture. I lived there with three other people just as I went
into college.
The first 'wierd' experience came when I was alone in the house for a
week with a friend. Being kackers at heart, we broke out the computers
on the dining room table and went to work into all hours of the night.
One particular night, we slept downstairs on the two couches. It was
some time after 1:00am that we both sat up -- like we were woke up at the
same instant. There, at the base of the stairs, as though frozen in
motion with one foot on the first step, was what appeared to be a very
old man with a hammer. I think the best way to describe it is that it
looked like a faded b&w picture that had been left out in the sun. It
was hazy at best, but clearly bore a hammer in its right hand. It walked
silenty up the stairs, turned at the landing, and continued up. It sure
Kwoke us both up: I had damn near a terminal case of goose-bumps!
Believe it or not, we didn't go upstairs to see what had become of it!
Another time I had a friend over who was in the military. My father was
there that night, and we were having a time of it bbqing steaks and ribs
out back. At one point, when just my friend and I were in the kitchen,
we started to hear a ringing coming from the dining room (we were in the
kitchen at the time -- a room separated by a wall, accessable by a
doorway). Jerry (my friend) picked up a bowl of salad, and I had three
clean glasses and a bottle of wine. Jerry stopped cold about three feet
in front of the doorway and said, 'Oh, shit!' I looked into the doorway
and for only a flash of an instant saw the silhouette of a person.
Frankly, thinking back, it was more like a shadow just standing there in
place. It was only a brief glance, but I don't think there was much more
to see than what I had. My father finally came in and got a real kick
out of our tale. Always the skeptic, he is!
We had a gal named Susan move in and live for a year or so back in '85.
She was a psych major at the local university, and was pretty level
headed. She moved into the only room on the first floor, a room right
off of the parlor (a rather splendid parlor, mind you). Actually, it the
only room in the house that had sliding (recessed) doors, the room being
octogonaly shaped. After waiting a year for the-other-shoe-to-drop, when
the room directly above hers became vacant, Susan moved her belongings
upstairs. Oddly enough, her first night in the new room was her last
night in the house. I don't know what time it was: All I remember is
the scream, someone running down the stairs, out of the house, and
driving away. The following weekend, Susan came back with her sister and
boyfriend and moved her things out. I pressed her to lear what happened,
but she wouldn't say. The next semester, I ran into her at the ASUC
(student union hall). We got to talking, and she finally divulged what
happened. Evidently, she was woken up by someone crying. When she
finally sat up, she heard that the crying was coming from beneath the
floor. Amid the crying, she heard someone whispering, '...don't go:
please don't leave me.' It was a woman's voice, Susan said. Evidently,
once she got out of the bed to go flick on the light, she a saw the form
of a woman, wearing a pale, long dress, float up out of the floor and
toward her. Evidently, when it looked as though it were going to make
contact with her, she screamed. This swhole event seemed to be too much
for the psych-major: she ran out of the house, to return only durring
the day, accompanied by the folks that were going to help her move out.
Another time, Fred (another housemate) came into my room to see some
software I had gotten for my CP/M machine (clunky, but functional). I
sat down on the floor near the door, and he took the lazy-boy by the
window. I noticed at one point while we were talking that Fred's eyes
seemed to glaze over. Didn't think much of it at the time. A day or two
later, Fred asked me if I had seen 'that cat'. 'What cat,' I asked?
Evidently, the evening we were in my room, a cat had just walked right
through the closed door behind me, looked at Fred, and headed into the
closed to my right. I never saw the thing, nor did I 'feel' it. I never
saw a cat or any other beast in that house, then or in the future.
Last one: The room Susan had been in became vacant again (after having
someone in it for 1 semster). I asked the owner/landlord (who didn't
want to rent it for the rest of the semester -- go figure) if I could set
up my computers in the room for the summer so I could write some games
with another programmer. He agreed (so long as I keep it clean). One
night when i was working very late, I heard Dawn come home (we were
getting a little sweet on each other about this time). Front door
opened, closed, and someone walked up the stairs. I got up (I was alone
in the house up til this moment, by the way), opened the door, and no one
was there! I went back into the room, thinking I was just fatigued.
About 45 mins. later, I heard someone coming up the stairs again. Once
again, I got up, opened the door to an empty hall. Another 45 mins, and
it happened again. Now my hair was standing up on the back of my neck.
I was scared! I tried to play some games on my computer. Once again, I
heard the front door open, close, and someone coming up the stairs. This
time, I didn't open the door, but sat quietly, listening. I heard
someone fuddle with keys, then heard Dawn's door open. I jumped up and
opened the door. It was Dawn! I told her what happened, and she said
she wished I hadn't.
That's it.
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