After I bought the house and moved in, I found out that a woman had died at the kitchen table only a few months before. Now I’m not a superstitious person, or one that even conciders that there may be ghosts. Haunted houses are just stories to frighten children on Halloween. Aren’t they?
After I got settled in, I heard feint noises, only to discover they were mice in the walls. And yet sometimes the noises were too loud for a mouse. Some of them sounded like a dragging sound, like maybe dragging a walker along the hall around the corner. This is a large house, over 4000 sq. ft., and it takes a while to get to were the dragging sound came from. But there was never anything there.
In the night I would wake up to a slight popping sound, like a house makes when it gets really cold outside, you know, 20 below? But it wasn’t that cold.
Then one night at bed time I went to the kitchen sink in the dark to get a drink of water. I noticed the light was on in the sitting room, and a woman in a red robe was in the chair reading! I said under my breath, "What the.......", and strode down the hall and turned the corner toward the sitting room, but the light was off and the chair was empty. WHAT"S GOING ON HERE? My mind was playing tricks on me.
The next morning when I got up and went into the kitchen, I saw something that really made the hair stand up and a shiver go down my spine! The white hand towel was folded very neatly on the kitchen cabinet! I never fold towels! I looked all around, walked to the towel and unfolded it. Yes, it was the one I had used the night before, a little bit dirty from my hands when I dry them after using the kitchen sink. I NEVER FOLD A TOWEL!!! And then a noise startled me and I turned around to see this walker coming at me, thrown by an old lady in a red robe. Her hair was arranged like a helmet. OLD HELMET HEAD! I had heard about her, but I thought she lived some where else.
After I carefully raised my head above the cabinet , I saw the red robed clad ghost going around tidying up the towel and other things I had left a mess. I sure hope the next person who lives here will be neater than me. THERE REALLY ARE GHOSTS!.