I was fourteen turning into a teenager with five of the
best friends a girl could have. Growing up so close to
them since elementary, we'd all grown close to each others
families as well. Cassy was the one who I'd lived closest
to at the time so most of my time was spent at her house.
On a nightly basis we'd sit there and do whatever
fourteen year old girls would do. Her mom and dad at the
time were having difficult times so he moved right outside
our city to stay close to Cassy and her younger brother.
Cassy's mom worked third shift so often she would have to
stay home with Chad (brother) and babysit for the night.
Everything was going normal in our circle of friends until
that fall when tragedy hit.
I remember the phone call from
Cassy one night telling me and my mom to come over. Cassy
had just found out her dad committed suicide and they just
found him (in his hometown). Oh how this was devastating to
her and her family. I felt horrible, all of us girls did.
I couldn't think of anything to help but to be there for my
best friend.
A little time went by and Cassy's family were sticking
together to make it through. I went on spending the night
at her house until one night I saw something.
We had just pulled out the sofa couch and started to doze off. Always
leaving the hall light on, I got up to situate myself and I
noticed something moving. A shadow of a man on the wall
behind the couch walking. It happened so quick I didn't
have time to react. I tried to wake Cassy but like usual
that girl could sleep through anything. I eventually fell
back asleep. I told Cassy the next morning and the only
thing we could come up with was her dad. It wasn't brought
up again.
The next summer I was at one of our other friends houses,
Sally and had yet another and the scariest experience.
Sally had a big old house located just across from my moms
work in town. At the time we were chilling out and decided
to make some food. We had been upstairs in the TV room and
the only ones in the house. Sally's parents had these
intercoms. The ones you could plug in and call up and
downstairs. There was one in the TV room and one down by
the kitchen. Note: these cannot work unless plugged in.
We turned on the radio and went downstairs. Thats
when "American Pie" came on the radio. For all those who
don't know it, its an oldy but definitely a goodie.
This song instantly brought back memories. This was Cassy's
dads favourite song and everybody knew it.
We started singing and headed to the kitchen when the
intercom went off. All we heard was static. We thought
maybe there was a problem with it but when we checked, it
wasn't plugged in. Okay that was ENOUGH to scare me. We
freaked out. We quickly turned around to leave when a pair
of scissors dropped from above and landed by our feet. They
did not fall from a table the intercom was on, just from
above (the doorway). If we would have moved another inch, we
would've been hurt. We got out of dodge and bolted to my moms work. Not wanting to return we went to my house for the afternoon.
We told our friends and they were in shock. I'll admit to
being extremely terrified.
We all knew or suspected maybe Cassy's father but what
about the scissors. He would never do that so who did?
Although Sally's house was very old and other noises and
feelings have been known to run the house we still didn't
see anything.
After that summer time was less spent at Sally's during the
night time until I slowly put it out of my mind.
Cassy and her family stayed at the house for only a few
more years. She told me during this time she would hear
footsteps up and down the basement stairs. (Her father had
his own little set up in the basement where he would spend
most of his time.) She never was afraid, she knew it was
her dad just doing his normal routine.
Cassy is still one of my best friends as well as some of
the others. I am twenty five now and since then have only
had more strange experiences relating to her father but
that will be for another time.
This was all true. I do believe in spirits and believe it
is just a natural part of life. And the Afterlife.
Thanks for reading!
K-
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