The Ghost Stairs

I was coming home from doing the groceries after my first week in an old three story building that I just bought to be closer to my Grandmother Mae because she has a rare disease called Tadengelitus. I was coming home one day and I was going up the stairs when I felt a very strong presence of people watching me like I was a freshly baked ham.

The next day I came out of my bathroom and felt a male presence just standing there staring at my naked body so I quickly put on a towel. I continued having these feelings until I just couldn't take it anymore. I went online and checked out the history of the house I had just moved into and was amazed at what I saw. It turns out the three story house was used for a male prison that burned everyone inside of it in the 1730's during a jail fight fire.

Kerry M.