Tuesday, October 30, 2012
A Ghost Story
Time moved on and the house was soon filled with different families. None stayed. It seemed that each group of people who moved in would meet some sort of disaster. The one I remember was the father of one family was killed in a freak accident by being thrown from his truck and the truck running over him. People began to remark about the house being haunted.
Each day I would pass and think about how lonely it looked. The windows were becoming more and more dusty. The doors and the windows remained tightly closed. Fall was starting to come and the sidewalk became littered with dry leaves. The black, screen door was packed with dry, crunchy leaves all piled up.
For awhile it went on like this I would see what I thought was a hand in the window, and my name being called. One day on my way home, the neighbor that lived next door was out in her yard and I stopped and asked if someone had moved in the house. She looked up at me and then over to the house, and said, " No, no one that I have seen, but I have heard noises over there at night." She said, " I thought I saw a candle moving from room to room, but it was the night of that big storm, so I thought I was just seeing things." Then as her beady eyes focused on me her eyes grew hard and intent, she said, Kim, you stay away from that house, don't you go looking around." " Do you understand?" Somethin' ain't right over there, never has been since Old Mrs. Krebs died."
To be continued.