Back in 1990, in
Princeton, Massachusetts, I had my first supernatural experience.
I was in 6th grade and did not believe in ghosts. My friend lived in an old,
sprawling farmhouse (scary barn and creepy surrounding woods included).
I was more afraid of the
snakes in her yard then her alleged ghost sightings.
Though she did come to school with dark circles under her eyes often. She was
having a slumber party, 6 girls, candy and movies galore. Her bedroom was on
the third floor. When night time fell we all snuggled down in our sleeping
bags and popped in the first movie.
After all the soda, I had to use the bathroom....but had to admit I was a
little freaked out to go alone, so I brought a buddy. The bathroom had latch
handles, not knobs. There was a door beside the toilet and one across that led
to her toy room and eventually through three more rooms and down a secret
staircase to the 1st floor. I had my friend guard one door. My hands trembled
as I undid my first button. The hair on my arms raised as I broke out in
goosebumps and then the latches, on both doors, started moving up and down
furiously. My friend and I screamed and dashed back to the bedroom where all
our friends lay just as we left them. After explaining what had happened my
friend just smiled and went "Yeah, that happens to new comers." I didn't get
to go to the bathroom that night.
The next morning half
the girls went down to make some breakfast and some of us stayed upstairs to
finish a movie. Tara came in to ask us how we wanted
our eggs. After telling her, she happily turned to leave the room and had the
door slammed in her face. Now the door shut from the inside out. We just
looked at each other and ran downstairs.
Deciding we wanted to
take a walk, for some to calm our frayed nerves, we packed a lunch and went on
our way. For those of you who do not know Princeton, MA, it is a very, very
old town. Most of the roads are unpaved and there are more cemeteries from the
1800s than any town I've ever been in. We walked single file down the road. I
was taking up the rear and admiring the huge horse farm we were passing. Most
of the horses were peeking out from their stalls as we passed but there was a
lone gray and white horse in the distance, alone in the field, calmly watching
us walk. I stopped, mesmerized by the gentle looking mare. My friends chatted
and ignored their surroundings. When I realized they had gotten far ahead of
me I ran to catch up. I told them to look at the pretty horse but when I
turned the horse had vanished....there was no where it could have gone in that
amount of time, even if it had gone at a full gallop. It just disappeared into
the thin air.
Needless to say, I never
spent the night at my friends house in Princeton again.
-Unsigned.
