First of all this story isn't that scary, well it
wasn't scary when it happened to me, which is odd
considering I would jump at my own shadow. This happened in
my boyfriend's house, about a year ago. His house is an old
Victorian house which both him and his sister have said
they find a bit spooky at times.
It was about 7.30pm and it was autumn going into winter and
I was upstairs with my boyfriend. We were getting ready to
go to the cinema whilst my brother and my boyfriend's
sister were downstairs getting ready to watch a video that
night. Just for the record they are not a couple by the
way, just friends. Anyway, for some reason I had to go and
get something from the bathroom which is at the other end
of the hall from my boyfriend's bedroom. The hall light was
off but I wasn't bothered because I'd been there so many
times. As I was walking back from the bathroom I felt
something brush past me as if someone had walked or ran
straight past me towards the staircase. I didn't feel
scared at all and just presumed I was imagining things so I
didn't mention it to my boyfriend.
About two minutes later
my brother and boyfriend's sister called up to us to ask if
someone had just come down the stairs, to which we
obviously replied that we hadn't. Remembering what I had
felt in the hall I asked them why they had thought that and
they said that they had heard someone run down the stairs.
The stairs are completely wooden with no carpet so you can
always hear people going up and down them. The reason they
had come to ask us about it was that they had heard someone
coming down the stairs but not any further (the downstairs
hall is also wooden) and also after checking downstairs
they found no-one there. We just laughed it off and said
they must have been imagining things. I didn't tell them
what I had felt upstairs as we were going out to leave them
to watch a scary film and I didn't think they'd appreciate
the idea that there may be another presense in the house.
Anyway, that was it. I told you it wasn't that scary,
however, since I scare easy it still puzzles me to this day
why I was not in the least bit frightened at the thought of
there being a ghost in the house.
Earlier I said that my boyfriend and his sister have also
found the house a bit spooky. Once his sister told me that
a few years ago she was lying on her bed and there was no-
one else in the house when she heard a massive thumping
sound of someone or something coming up the stairs and
approaching her bedroom, however she hid under the covers
and eventually fell asleep. She told me this was true but
sometimes I think that maybe she had been dreaming and
didn't realise it but you never know. Also my boyfriend
told me that when he was young, about 5 or 6, he saw a
small figure enter his bedroom late at night dressed in a
cloak. He too hid under the covers for a bit and when he
looked again it had gone. The strange thing about this is
that he told his parents about it and they told him that
his older brother, who used to sleep in that room, told
them a few years ago that he saw something similar but they
hadn't told my boyfriend because they thought he might have
got scared.
He still sleeps in that room and says that even
now he gets a bit spooked sometimes at night. When I stay
over with him I don't feel scared which again is odd
because the thought ghosts scare me.
Anyway that's all. Hope you enjoyed what I had to say.
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