The Ghost That Said Boo

We had just moved into a new house, located in Hot Springs, South Dakota. The house was a decent size containing 3 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, a living room, a kitchen and a cellar which I never stepped foot into.

My room was on the top floor, right where I wanted it to be. As you open the creaky wooden door, there are 12 stairs leading up to my bedroom. The stairs creak just as bad as the door does. Once to the top of the stairs, there is a window to the right, which overlooks the wooded area behind our new home. Entering further into the bedroom, you have to watch your step because the ceiling is tilted at an awkward angle, which in a lot of times, resulted in a hurt head. I also had a small bathroom of my own, which I was very happy to have.

I loved my new room from the moment I saw it, yet something didn't feel right about it. After placing some suitcases onto the floor, I headed into the bathroom and closed the door. I was just about to start brushing my teeth when I heard the stairs creaking. I slowly turned the water off and set my toothbrush down. Maybe I was just hearing things. Then suddenly, the creaking started again, and I could hear the creaking get louder as it neared towards the top of the stairs. My pulse increased rather quickly and I was about to panic until I thought of something. My mom. She likes to sneak up on me sometimes to give me a scare, so she can get a good laugh in return.

I wasn't about to let her scare me this time though, so I unlocked the bathroom door, swung the door open and yelled "BOO!" as loud as I could. No response. I poked my head around the corner to get a view of the steps and to my surprise there was no one there.

I quickly shut the bathroom door again and started to feel creeped out, and that's when the creaking started again. My heart jumped into my throat and I felt like I was going to choke. Trying to be brave, and still thinking it was my mom cleverly trying to trick me, I flung the door open again and yelled "BOO!". Again, no response.

I poked my head around the corner a second time, and to my surprise there was still no one on the steps. Now that I was scared and frantic, I rushed back into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Not a moment later, the creaking started again. Except this time the creaking moved beyond the stairs. It was headed straight towards the bathroom, whatever IT was. I stood there shaking, not knowing what would happen next. Right before I was getting ready to yell for my mom, the creaking stops by the bathroom door and then suddenly I hear a soft little whisper... "boo".

I flung the door open and took off running down stairs as fast as my legs could carry me. I was terrified, mainly because it was the voice of a small child, and no children lived with us. I was 19 at the time of this incident.