Foot Steps

Bear with me I'm not a good story teller but I'll give it a try. My Mom and I rented a place on a busy road in my town thirty five years ago. Our unit was on the small side and the one we wanted next to us was bigger but occupied by two old men. One of the old boys passed on and the other could not afford the place by himself so he moved out and we moved in. Nothing unusual about the place but there was one room I would not go into at any time night or day. Never had a reason to fear that room I just did.

One night as I was getting into bed I heard three footsteps on the floor between our bathroom and my bedroom door. At this point I was wide awake and I said "who is there?" then three more steps from the bedroom door to the foot of my bed. That was it I bounded out of bed and hit the light switch, I saw nothing and I never heard any thing more that night. I never told my Mom that story or anybody else for that matter.

About ten years after we moved out I told my Mom what happened in that house so she told me hers. Mom was sleeping when she heard voices in the kitchen two male voices. She thought it odd that I would be sitting in the dark talking to friend so she got up and went into the kitchen and turned on the light, the voices stopped. Neither one of us had an experience like that again in that house I do believe it was a ghost and thankfully one that moved on.

Sent in by Jim W, Copyright 2010