My story starts out in Greenfield, Indiana. Actually, it doesn't go anywhere else but Greenfield, so it takes place in Greenfield, Indiana. This experience has lead me to write a book on it, but the book shall be fiction, where as what I am about to tell you and going to be 100% true.
I was at my house one night, just like always, and I was talking on the phone to my girlfriend. She told me she heard another girl over at my house, there wasn’t another girl at my house, so I told her there wasn’t. She said she heard her and she got mad and hung up on me. I thought it was my TV at first, but understood what it really was. I called her back apologizing for whatever I did, but she was still mad, I assured her there was no girl over at my house. She said she heard some kind of scream in the background, and I didn’t understand what was going on because I wasn’t even watching TV at the time. Well I got off the phone with her and was still thinking about it. Then about midnight I heard a scream right outside my window, when I opened the window, I didn’t see anybody, but it was really dark, so I couldn’t see much. So I turned off my lights and I heard it again, I looked out the window and this time there was a girl's face in my view. I tripped over my bed and fell on the floor. I ran to my front room and didn’t know exactly what to do, but I ended up going outside and checking. I saw nobody, nothing. I went back in and tried to call somebody, I was freaking out. Then I felt a presence, and I felt a draft come from my closet. Then I heard the scream again, but this time coming from my closet. I ran outside and turned around and saw a rope hanging from a tree over my house, it was a noose.
I honestly don’t know what all happened or why it happened, but I do understand that it scared me. I came to a conclusion that it was one of the victims of the witch trials that was hung for being accused of being a witch. I feel sorry for the girl, and I hope one day her soul will rest in peace. For now, I still feel her presence in my house, but it doesn’t bother me anymore.