Okay, I've always been a little skeptical of the
supernatural. I have the tendency not to believe a lot of
the stories I hear and read about someone having a close
encounter with the unknown. I used to like to try and prove
most ghost stories aren't true, that they're just made up
to make people believe in the supernatural. Well, let’s
just say, I don't do that anymore. Not since I had a close
encounter of my own with the unknown.
It happened last year, on Halloween to be exact.
There wasn't going to be any school the next day since it
was a Teacher Workshop Day or something to that effect.
Anyway, a couple of my friends and I had been planning to
prove one of our town’s most famous ghost stories wrong.
You see we live in a small land-locked town in Maine that
even the townspeople call Hickville. There isn't a heck of
a lot to do in our town, considering the fact that we only
have one store in the entire town, so us kids have to think
up things to do to amuse ourselves.
For my friends and I,
that thing was proving that some ghost stories are true,
and others are just works of fiction. Since most of the
ghost stories we heard were just works of fiction, we
figured the one we were out to prove that Halloween
wouldn't be any different, although we'd find out that it
was.
That Halloween night, my friends Kasey and Liz were
accompanying me while I spent the night in the lighthouse
that was supposedly haunted. (Well, the lighthouse isn't
really a lighthouse; it just looks like one. Why it was
built in the middle of a land-locked small town is a
completely different story, one that is a lot less creepy.)
We'd heard stories ranging from strange lights being on in
the top floor of the lighthouse when it was supposedly
empty to actual encounters with the spirit of a teenage
girl who had fallen off one of the balconies during a
party. Frankly, we didn't believe a word of it, but we had
to find out if the stories were true or not. So, that
Halloween, Kasey, Liz, and I walked up the road to the
lighthouse. (I live right down the road from the place.)
We
opened the door and just walked in because the door to the
lighthouse is never locked unless someone in living there.
We decided to spend the night on the third floor out of the
five floors in the building. We made sure to all stick
together just in case someone thought it would be funny to
play a joke on the other two people.
We stuck together and after touring the entire
house, we all settled down in the same room and went to
sleep. I was woken around midnight by a noise that
sounded faintly like music. I turned to my right to see if
Kasey was awake as well, and she was. I heard Liz whisper
only loud enough for us to hear, “Do you guys...um...do you
guys hear music?” Kasey and I nodded our heads ‘yes’ and we
decided to investigate the sound. The music was coming from
the fourth floor, where the first balcony was located. The
three of us held hands as we shakily climbed the stairs to
the fourth floor. As we ascended the stairs, the music grew
louder. When we finally reached the fourth floor (it took
us a while because we were so frightened.) we opened the
door to the balcony and stepped out onto it.
There we saw what appeared to be the ghostly re-enactment of
the party the teenage girl had died at. We saw the girl
come out from around the other side of the house and step
over to the railing of the balcony. She appeared to be
drunk. She began to lean over the railing, and she seemed
to be laughing. The girl was wearing a gray button-up
sweater, which was unbuttoned. “So this is how it
happened!” Kasey gasped. The ghostly girl turned to look in
our direction, but the expression on her face had changed
from laughter to pure terror. Suddenly, I felt a cold
presence shove its way between Liz and I, making us lose
grip on each other’s hands for a second. I turned to Liz.
“What was THAT?!” I asked her. She shrugged at first, but
suddenly her eyes grew wide with fear and she grabbed my
hand. She pointed in the direction of the ghost girl. I
turned and noted that now there was a male spirit standing
beside her on the balcony. The expression on his face was
that of pure rage. He was waving his hands and appeared to
be yelling at the girl. Then, all of a sudden, he shoved
the girl over the rail of the balcony. We heard the thud of
her body as she hit the ground. The male ghost looked over
the rail at the spot where the girl had landed. Then he
vanished into thin air! I looked out over the rail, and saw
the girl lying on the ground near the lighthouse. She'd
lost her gray sweater, which she is rumored to come back
looking for. I took one look at my friends and we booked it
back inside the building and down the stairs to the third
floor.
As we were gathering our things, I heard footsteps on the
floor above us. We were not about to go back upstairs to
see what was making that noise. We didn't want to find out
what was making the noise! We'd already witnessed a ghostly
re-enactment of the girl’s murder. We got out of there as
fast as we could, and ran down the road to my house where
we stayed for the rest of the night.
In the morning we told my mother what we'd really done the
night before. (I'd told her that Kasey and I were spending
the night at Liz’s house after we went ‘Trick-or-Treating’.
Hey, the older people still give you candy when you're
thirteen in my town!) She told me that a girl had been
killed at the lighthouse, but it was ruled a suicide by the
police investigating. They even found her boyfriend hanging
from the rafters on the fourth floor where he'd hung
himself. That was what was making the footsteps on the
floor above us, the girl’s boyfriend was hanging himself,
just as we were fleeing the house.
Remembering that night still scares me. It creeps me out to
know that I'm living down the road from the scene of a
murder. Even though it happened, like, twenty years ago. I
never thought I'd see what I saw that night, but now I
believe what my friend had told me. She used to live in
that lighthouse when we were in the third grade. She moved
halfway through the year with no explanation. Although, she
did tell me about seeing the girl in her room, looking for
her sweater. I never believed her until I saw the girl with
my own two eyes. Now I know why no one ever lives in that
house for more than six months.
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