Then, I caught a glimpse of a woman — she was dancing in the living room and moved into the hallway that led to the bedrooms and bathroom. I didn’t see her face, but she was dressed in white . . .
I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t seeing things — I never saw ghosts in my house, just outside — at school, on the streets, at the grocery store . . . Yet, when I opened my eyes again, she was still there — dancing . . . she reminded me of the dancer on top of a music box I had in my bedroom.
It was kind of creepy having this figurine come to life — life size . . . And what was even creepier was that she saw me and was walking towards me. I got up and moved into the kitchen to hide in my mom’s skirt. My mom asked what I was doing. She asked the question at the same time the dancing woman was telling me to come to her. I remember shouting “NO!” and “Get out of my house!”
Of course, my parents knew something was going on, but they couldn’t see what I saw . . . besides my being scared.
I see ghosts . . . I hear strange noises and I write my blog and listen to other people’s ghost stories. It’s fun and very much who I am and what I want to be doing.
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