An Old Friend
In
August of 1975, I bought a 58 year old house in Cleveland, Ohio, and lived in it for 5
years. One morning, after my husband had gone to work, I felt like someone was
staring at me. I opened my eyes, and saw a faint image of a man wearing a cap and a
long coat in my hallway. He went into my babies' room, where my 6 year old son and 4
month old baby were sleeping. For some reason, I didn't think much of it.
I
talked to my neighbor about what I had seen, and she told me to wait for a minute while
she went into her house. She came out with a photo of the man who had owned the
house before me, and who had died there of old age. The photo was of the man I had
seen. My neighbor told me he had loved the house, and had loved children--perhaps he
had come back just to check things out. I wasn't scared of him--I knew he was kind.
I
used to hear 3 knocks in the center of the house at different times, usually at
night. We would check out the whole house to see if we could find out why, but were
never able to find the reason for the knocking. Another time, my ex-husband's cousin
and his girlfriend babysat one night. When we came home, they told us they would NOT
sit for us again, because our house was haunted. The ghost didn't bother me, but
apparently it bothered them.
I
haven't lived in that house for 23 years, but I still dream about it. I don't know
why. I dream I have to go back and live in it. The house was small, but
nice. I now live in a little better neighborhood, and I have NO intentions of buying
that first house again. I do know that house was haunted...but haunted with a good
spirit...
