My friend Daphni lived in a beautiful three-storey Georgian
row house in Liverpool Road in London. As I did not live in
London, I stayed at her house on several occasions.
Daphni cautioned that she and her family had experienced a
few encounters with the home's residence ghost. It liked to
fiddle with the CD player that was in the basement kitchen
and play it loudly late at night. To stop the ghost playing
CDs in the middle of the night, Daphni always opened the
lid of the player before she retired for the evening. It
seems the ghost could easily press the On and Play buttons,
but could not work out how to close the lid of the player.
Once, when Daphni was small, the spirit played a trick on
Daphni's father.
Wade was on his hands and knees cleaning
the cat box. The box was located far back in a small
cupboard in the lower level of the house at the bottom of
the stairs. While he was troweling out the cat's by-
products, he felt a tug on the tail of his jacket. Assuming
it was his small son, Wade told Alexander he would see what
he wanted when he was finished with the cat box. Wade felt
the tug again and said, "Not now, Alexander, I'm busy."
The tugging stopped. Seconds later Wade finished the job,
stood up, dusted himself off, and looked around for his
son, who was nowhere to be seen. He called the boy's name
and heard a very faint "Yes, daddy?" in response as though
it was coming from far away.
Wade made his way up the stairs of the house, calling
Alexander's name. He was surprised when he found Alexander
on the top floor, a full four flights away from the
location of the cat box, playing with Daphni.
"How did you get up here so quickly?" Wade asked, "What did
you want?" Alexander said nothing. Daphni told her father
that Alexander had been playing with her in their bedroom
for at least a full half hour and could not have been in
the basement pulling on Wade's coat.
I had heard these stories before staying at Daphni's house
for the first time. Her family was out of town for the
weekend and she had given me the house keys so I could stay
there after a party I was attending at a club that was
nearby her house.
I was too tired to think about ghosts when I arrived at her
house as the sun rose that Sunday morning. I crawled into
her bed and tried to mentally slow my racing heartbeat so I
could fall asleep. I was half asleep when I heard classical
music blasting from what I thought was the next-door
neighbors having a little dance party over their morning
paper. It was soothing music, so I fell asleep.
I woke up about two hours later because the room was
freezing cold. The music was still playing. I dragged
myself down to the kitchen for a cup of tea and was shocked
when I realized that music was coming from the CD player on
the kitchen counter. I raced over and opened the lid, which
instantly stopped the music.
I grabbed a box of museli and ran out of the kitchen. I
stayed in Daphni's room until I caught the train back to
Uni a few hours later.
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