January 24, 2005
The Ghostly Roommate
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[Name Withheld Upon Request], Channel Islands, UK,
2003-present,
info@ghostvillage.com
I moved into a Victorian house a couple of years ago with my
family. I already thought there was something up with the house. It's
got this eerie feeling to it, but my parents said it was my imagination,
so I kind of left it at that.
But so many things have happened. I saw a woman in black standing on
the stairs while I was coming out of the bathroom. It was broad daylight
so I didn't think it was a trick of the light. I have heard footsteps
walking down the hall in the middle of the night, and the hall has a
wooden floor. I peered around the door, thinking it might be my parents
and saw this figure in black ascending the stairs. I blinked, and it
vanished.
My parents went on holiday recently so I was to stay up in the attic
room while my Gran kept my own room. I sat at the desk beside the
slanting roof and felt footsteps pounding past me on the floor, but
there was nobody there. I heard people running up and down the stairs.
Getting agitated, I would throw the door open, thinking it to be my
brother or sister, to find nobody there. I stood at the foot of the
stairs once, alone in the house, and saw feet running up the stairs into
the darkness.
I was downstairs with my brother, alone in the house at about four
in the afternoon a few weeks ago, and while walking past the dining
room, someone, well, it looked like a figure made entirely of some sort
of white energy, walked straight at me. We were so close we would have
collided. I leapt out of the way, as you do, and gasped, but there was
nothing there.
I moved out of my bedroom a few months ago now. I have fondly
referred to my new "room mate" as Dennis, after watching the ghost on
Angel. Dennis I have never seen, or I don't think I have. He has been
known to play around with the lamp on the ceiling, so it would be half
hanging off, and he rips my posters off the walls. I had never really
believed that he existed, just a little ghost story I like to tell my
friend. But I can feel his presence, standing by my bedroom door, the
floorboards creaking. Though he's not always there. A few weeks ago, in
the middle of the night, I got up to go to the toilet, and came back to
bed. As I was laying there, I heard a voice crying "ahhhhhh." I looked
up (stupidly) but, as usual, there was nothing there. Thinking it was
just my imagination I lay back down in bed, when suddenly, there was a
crash, and my door flew open, to reveal nobody outside. It was as though
a fist had connected with my door.
I don't believe there is any harm in Dennis, or the ghosts in my
house though, and I don't think all ghosts are evil.
