Your True
Tales
December 2003 –
Page 9
The Leg-Dragging
Ghost
by Stephanie
My first encounter with the unknown happened when I was 14 years old.
It was at a friend's house - an old house that used to be owned by the great grandparents of hers, then passed down to the granddaughter. When we became friends, Anna would tell me about her house being weird and strange. I didn't think much of it until I spent the night.
It was my friend Anna and another friend Cindi and I. We were in the bathroom - a long stretched bathroom - and we were talking, putting on makeup and goofing around. The mother was asleep in the living room and Anna's little brother, too. Her two older brothers weren't there. We were in the bathroom minding our business when a heavy thumping noise was coming from the ceiling and walking down the stairs; it walked down to the bathroom door and us three stood quietly and looked at each other (like, what the hell is that?). There was no TV on or radio. It stopped at the bathroom door and we were scared.
I finally got the guts to open the door, and when I did a cold cold breeze came in and rushed through us. We left the door open and the noise started again (it seemed like a presence of a man had a dragging leg). It started walking into the bathroom tub and I asked it a question, "Who are you?" and "Do you have something wrong with your leg?"
The presence stopped and remained quiet. My friends and I were listening and stood still. It started to walk again and left the bathroom, and then there were little voices coming from the bathroom wall. The bathroom light started to flicker and the voices were saying our names. Anna said, "See? I told you my house is haunted and weird."
Cindi and I just couldn't believe what was happening. About an hour after the voices and the man with the dragging leg... we went in the living room. The mom and the little brother were asleep. So we went into her room and talked about it and were kind of scared... when her room light started to flicker. I and my friend Cindi didn't get very much sleep that night.
After that first and not last experience, I've been experiencing things not of this world. I've seen a young man in my hallway with brown hair and brown eyes, full figured and wearing a black suit. His name is Johnny Martin. I've also seen my grandfather walking to my parents' bedroom. I felt it was him and a little voice told me, "It's your grandfather." He was like a ball of white static mist or something. I used to hear a little girl asking, "What is Stephanie doing?" and "Where's Stephanie?" I don't hear her anymore, but I still do experience things almost every week.
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