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July 2001
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Connection
with Spirits
by Carol-Jean
I am 12 years-old and live in a 35-year-old home. My family and I think that our house has a ghost in it. We hear footsteps around our house, but it really doesn't seem to bother me or any of my family. He and I would get in fights over the TV. I would turn it on, he would turn it off - and that would happen over and over. He would also change the channel if if I had a movie or a show on that he didn't like. The thing that struck me as weird is that you could tell when he was sitting on the bed because you could see the butt print on the bedspread. You can feel when he is around you because your hair stands up and you just get a weird feeling. It doesn't bother me one bit because I've grown up around them. I was even born into a house that was haunted.
My friend thinks that I have some connection with spirits, because no matter where I go they seem to like me. My best friend and I had an experience at my grandmother's house, which so happens to be in downtown Savannah, Ga. Before I tell you what happened, I guess I will have to tell you the story behind the house. The house is the oldest and one of the biggest houses in Savannah. The house is a little strange to me: there is a large square hole in the wall behind a picture that leads to a room that you can't get to any other way. There are four floors. On the very top floor, people that don't know anything about the spirit will start going up the stairs and get a weird feeling, turn around and go back down the stairs. I will ask them why they came back down and they will say that they don't know, but they got a weird feeling.
My best friend and I were on the bottom floor (there is an elevator in the house) and she got in the elevator and went to the third floor. About three minutes later, I just had an urge to run up the stairs as fast as my little legs could take me for no reason, and let me tell you that those stairs are not short ones because it's an old house. When I got to the third floor, I heard her calling for me. She told me that she was stuck in the elevator, so I went to get help. Another lady and I went to the fourth floor to crank the elevator back down because it had gone above. We couldn't find the thing to crank it with, so the lady screwed the door open and got her out. Then we went back upstairs- and another crank thing was right were she had just looked before. Later that night, we heard whispers.
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