Haints

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Haunts, ghosts or whatever you want to call them. I know this topic has come up before, but I encountered it again on this trip.

The house I usually stay in is not my own, but one that belonged to another family in Beatrice. Just how old the house is or how many generation lived in it I don't know. I do know that it last belonged to a rather gifted woman who died not in the house but in a nursing home.

The first few times I stayed there I really got the creeps sometimes. The focus for all of that seemed to be the stairs. The stairs are new, but there there was a ramp of sorts that lead to the attic, and the stairs partly follow that path. Now there is a bedroom and a bathroom up there and I sometimes sleep up there and always take my baths up there. That said, there are many times that I would sleep downstairs in the TV room since I had this feeling about those stairs.

On this last trip, this woman who works in town, who is also related to the woman who owned th house, asked how I slept over there. I told her very well, to which she replied she did not think that she could sleep in that house. She believes the house is haunted by the ghost of the woman. She says it is most obivous whenever there is a function of some kind there, since the house is now used for such things. In that case she says it was a good feeling. Also she says that one side of the house, the side the woman mainly lived in when she got older, feels warmer than the other side.

One thing I can say is that things did start to go better at that house when I would say hello to the spirits when I came in. That seemed to mollify them somewhat since I only really got the creeps one night. On that night I had to go upstairs to get my medicine and I had this feeling about the stairs. I was going up there without the lights on and had my hands on the walls on either side of the stairway. Just about at the top, my left arm hit a cold spot and all the hair on that arm to just above the elbow stood up. I kept walking, got my things and went back downstairs. I did not hit the spot on the way back down. The next morning I looked around and there was no place for a draft to come through.

The lady at the store told me that the house she lives in has spirits too. The one they usually actually see is a woman, usually dressed in a long white dress. There is also a spirit that appears as a black shape that they see less often. One of the spirits does get rough at times. Her brother was at the house once and was taking a shower. This big man came into the room where she was, still wearing a towel and was visibly shaken. He told her, after some hesitation, that he walked out of the bathroom and right into something that was bonechilling cold and that it must have not liked him running into it since it tried to push him away. He felt the push but it went through him more than it actually shoved him.

Anyway, just thought I would being that up since things were taking a bit of a metaphysical bent lately.