Thursday, June 5, 2008
A Ghost Visits
NOTE PLEASE.THE PERSON I ATTRIBUTED THIS STORY AS BEING FROM DID NOT SUBMIT IT.I JUST FOUND OUT.SORRY FOR THE MISTAKE.It is an unclaimed story.
Here is the story
"I lived with a spirit once. Her name was Margaret.
We moved into a very big, very old tumbling-down house a few years ago. As soon as we moved in we felt a 'presence', which is weird because I'm very cynical and skeptical (I'm not even sure I believe in dinosaurs... but that's another story.).
We decided, half jokingly to ask the 'presence' it's name and at the same time both turned to each other and said 'margaret'.
A few months later we found a stack of letters from the 1920's addressed to Margaret, Alice and Frank Hampton.
Margaret used to potter around in the kitchen in the mornings, moving cutlery around and stomping about. She would rock the pram back and fourth (not with a baby in it..), and once I was home alone and heard someone playing the keyboard in the end room. I walked down the hall, looked into the room and it stopped. The keyboard was not plugged in.
She was very pleasant to us, but once my partners Dad came to stay. He slept out in the sun room, which was seperate from the house. He stayed two night and on the first night he woke up feeling like someone was suffocating him, almost as if someone was sitting on his chest. And the door was wide open. The next night the door opened again and he woke up suddenly after feeling like someone had shaken him."