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February 2006 – Page
7
Kitchen
Ghosts
by Acacia
The first things started happening when we moved into our new apartment and I would hear what sounded like someone playing air hockey with the cans of cat food we had stacked on the kitchen floor (my room was right next to the kitchen) or someone rearranging the heavy chairs in the kitchen. I used to yell at my Gran, whom I lived with, about why she had to make all that noise when I had to get up early for school the next day, to which she always replied that she was asleep and that it hadn't been her.
She had told me many times that the kitchen had been haunted and I hadn't believed her, but I was about to be shown just how wrong I was! The sounds continued for a long time and I learned to ignore them until they got to be a real problem. The way our apartment is set up, one of the first rooms you can walk into once you open the door is the kitchen, so when I would hear heavy footsteps, I would run in there expecting to find my Gran and the room would be empty.
The worst sound that ever came from the kitchen was a night I'll never forget. It sounded like someone was in the kitchen rattling silverware in the shelves and then everything went quite. Suddenly, I could hear what sounded like nails being raked over and over again over the front of the fridge that became more and more desperate with each passing moment. I was never more relieved to hear them stop! But despite that I never felt uncomfortable around these spirits, often talking aloud when I was alone to them in hopes they would hear me and understand.
Besides these "kitchen ghosts" my grandmother and I were very aware of there being a "presence" in the living room that always seemed to be watching us. I have no idea if it was the same spirit, but this is the only spirit that really scares me in the house and therefore the only one I can relate to something I once saw that nearly gave me a heart attack.
I had been sleeping one night and woke up to see what I thought at first was my grandmother. It had very black skin and white hair pulled down over its eyes. It had its head down low and was swinging it from side to side and sort of darting back and forth. I was still half asleep and muttered something like, "Gran, stop trying to scare me. I'm still half asleep." It was at this point that the thing RUSHED at me and I came awake in time to watch it make its way across the room. I'll never forget how that thing looked. When I tell this story people often accuse me of being half asleep, but I can tell you I was never more awake and the image is burned in my brain.
In a panic, I screamed and lashed out at it. I kept screaming loud and clear hopping my Gran would hear me and come to help but she never did. Reaching over I turned on the light to find an empty room. I've never seen it since then and never hope to again! Our little kitchen ghosts are still here even today and have learned quite a few more pranks to pull like leaving the door open.
Before I left for college this year, I remember telling my Gran that I would sort of miss them, that they just sort of always seemed like kids to me that just wanted to play and that I hope they wouldn't be lonely when I was gone. My grandmother started to laugh when I said this and when I asked her why she told me: You know it's just so funny that you called them kids. When your mother and uncle were little they used to play with a pair of ghost children called Promise and Guilis who told her one day she would have a baby of her own. They were so protective of your mother that after she left I always knew they'd be back to check in on you. To this day I still like to think that all this time it's been Promise and Guilis who have come to pay a visit while wanting to play with me just the way they used to with my mother.
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