One night a few years ago I was home alone, being alone in
my house can be kinda scary especially at night. My
friends tell me that they don't like my house for that
reason.
Anyway, the power had gone out early that night and there
wasn't much to do. So I picked up a book and started to
read it, I had to read by a battery powered lamp. The book
(I don't remember the name of the book) was about a ghost
that haunts this old house and it scares some people.
I started to read that book when I heard some
noises coming from outside. I thought that it might be
the cats and I ignored it and went back to reading my
book.
The book was an easy one to read and I got a few
chapters into it when I heard the noise again only it was
louder, it sounded like boxes falling. I got up to see
what the heck the cats were doing when half-way there I
stopped, I just then remembered that the cats we owned had
been missing for two weeks. I decided not to venture
outside and went back to my room to read again.
After a while I had gotten lost in the book and
forgotten about want had happened earlier. In our house
we have a wood burning stove to warm the house and next to
the stove there is a pick axe that we use to move the logs
around in the stove. The pick axe stands up against the
wall next to the stove.
After a few more chapters into the book something
happened that made me freeze in fear. I heard footsteps
in the living room. The footsteps walked straight through
the living room and stopped at the kitchen and then the
pick axe fell over. I sometimes knock the pick axe over
when I stand next to the fire stove and I know what sound
it makes. Just then the lights came on.
The power was back on and I decided that reading wasn't enough to
take my mind of of the things that were going on at my
house. I walked into the living room to check on things
when I saw that the pick axe next to the stove was still
standing. I walked over to the stove and deliberately
knocked over the pick axe and it made the same sound that I
had heard before.
I have always known that my house had ghosts in it
but I never got used to the idea of it. Despite what
happened I forced myself to ignore it and sat down to
watch some TV. Nothing else happened that night and my
dad and brother came back from wherever it was that they
were.
Although nothing else happened that night strange
things continued to happen most of the time it was at
night or when I was alone in the house.
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