When you hear about a ghost story you expect to hear that
it was a dark and stormy night or that the fog rolled in
off of the lake. My ghostly experience happened in broad
daylight with other people around.
My then boyfriend Matt (now my husband) and I had gone to a
friends place to pick up music equipment for a show later
that night. The house our friend lived in looks a lot like
the Amytiville Horror house. He lives there with his wife
and two sons. When we arrived it was just after lunch.
Debbie (the wife) had just left with their two sons to
watch WWF wrestling at our local arena and were to be gone
for a few hours. They had been in a hurry to leave and
Debbie had not had a chance to clear the table of the lunch
dishes. Matt and myself had gone into the basement to get
the equipment with Donny (the friend). While we were down
there the house was very quiet. No TV no music, just us
chatting.
After about 10 minutes I swore I heard Debbie upstairs
doing the dishes. I did not want to say anything in case I
was just hearing things. I had a strange look on my face
that prompted Matt to ask me if I had a headache. I said
no but refused to say what was wrong. Finally they
convinced me to spill what was wrong. I said that Debbie
was home and was doing the dishes. Now they had strange
looks on their faces. Neither one heard anything at all.
I was insistant that I can hear the water running, dishes
clanging, and silverware being put into the sink. At that
point Matt started upstairs to see if there was anybody
home. Donnie asked me if I knew what had happened to the
lady who lived in the house before they did. I had not.
So he proceded to tell me. By that time Matt was back
confirming no one was in the house except us. Matt had
already heard the story of the prevous owner and vouched
for the truth of it. She had been and elderly lady and had
died in the house. That kinda freaked me out. Then Donnie
asked me if I wanted to know how she died. I said yes.
She died while doing the dishes. Heartattack. Donnie said
you could see the color actually drain from my face. The
whole time he was telling the story I could hear the dishes
being done.
I have been back a few times since but have not heard or
seen anything myself. Our friends say that they do hear
and feel the ghost from time to time, but have no fear.
Maybe they will send in their stories for everybody to read.
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