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FIGURE ON THE PORCH
Back in the early 1980s my aunt lived in a house
that was literally located in the middle of
It used to really creep my younger
brother and me out, but we loved to go there
because my aunt had four children.
The house was
very old, and it had all wooden floors.
There was always an uneasy feeling when you were
inside. For the most part not much happened that
was out of the ordinary when we were there. There
were a lot of noises during the night, though. On
several occasions I heard floorboards creaking,
as if someone were walking around. Most of this
seemed to be coming from upstairs, and sometimes
in the hallway downstairs that connects the front
of the house to the back rooms.
Sometimes I also heard a thumping sound from
upstairs at night. The thing is, no one stayed
upstairs ever. There was just a spare room, a
bathroom and some small storage spaces up there.
My auntís room was downstairs, and we all stayed
in a room down the hall from hers. I told myself
that the sounds were caused by the wind, or the
fact that the house was so old, and really never
thought twice about it.
I refused to ever go upstairs though. The thought
that the place could be haunted never really
crossed my mind. I just thought it was a creepy
old house. That is, until one night in
Bedtime had come a long time ago, but
us being kids we stayed awake and goofed around
for a while. Eventually we all fell asleep.
This night I seemed to have a lot of trouble
staying asleep though. I kept waking up
periodically for no apparent reason. On about the
fourth time waking up, I thought I felt a poke on
the heel of my foot, which is what woke me. I
rolled over and looked around the room, but
nothing was out of the ordinary. I lay back down
and tried to go back to sleep.
After I had laid there for about 5 minutes, I
started to hear a tapping sound. I listened for a
minute, and that was when I realized that the
sound was coming from underneath my bed! I was
too afraid to look under it, so I just tried to
ignore it and go to sleep. After it did it for
almost 10 minutes, the tapping suddenly stopped.
What happened next I will never forget for as
long as I live.
There was a lone window in the room, and that
night the curtains were pulled back. I was facing
the window, and just moments after the tapping
stopped, a white transparent figure slowly moved
past the window from right to left. It seemed to
be walking on the front porch, which covered the
entire front of the house. The figure appeared to
have a glow to it, kind of like the moon has.
Needless to say, I was horrified. I froze in
terror, with my eyes fixed on the window.
Fortunately I didnít see it again. I tried to
rationalize what I had just seen, but I couldnít.
We were in the middle of nowhere! There were no
roads, no cars, no nothing, just a long dirt road
and a bunch of trees. Everyone else was asleep,
so I was the only one who saw this. I was too
scared to sleep after that, so I just lay there
for the rest of the night.
The next morning I was thinking about what I had
seen, and I remembered that sometimes my aunt
would hang clothes out to dry on the front porch.
This must have been what I had seen, right? Maybe
it was a sheet or something. I asked her at
breakfast if she had left any clothes out on the
porch last night. She said she didnít dry
anything at all yesterday! There was no other
explanation for what I had seen. Honestly, I
really didn't think a sheet could have looked
like that, anyway. This thingís movement was too
animated to be a sheet.
I guess I just wanted to think that.
incident I didnít want to stay there anymore, but
luckily they moved not long after that anyway. To
this day I believe that this was something
paranormal. Because there just is no other
explanation, and I was definitely awake.