ANDin 1978, my parents bought a 30-year-old house that was originally owned by an actress whose full name I won't reveal, her name was Ann… She was famed in the 1930s and 1950s. Besides, I was born in 1979 and from an early age I remember several situations when I was afraid.
My first strange experience happened on a normal night when I was about 4 or 5 years ancient. For some reason I woke up and got out of bed. I heard something in the kitchen, which was directly down the hall from my door. It was very overdue or early in the morning. When I looked out into the hall, I saw a rabbit on the kitchen counter; his eyes were radiant and his body was almost crystal clear – like a projection. I was scared and tired, so I ran down the hall to my older sister's room and slept there for the rest of the night. Indeed, the next day no one believed me. For the next few years I always heard noises in my closet and the cabinets in my bedroom. Throughout the time I lived there, I always heard shuffling and banging in the enormous sheltered in the lower part of our house. In the ten years I lived there, I always felt like I was being watched and I never entered the house unless my parents or someone else were with me. When I got off the school bus, I waited outside for my mother to come home. It wasn't until my mother told me some things that she probably wouldn't have revealed if she knew how I would react. I overheard my mother talking to my aunt about how the previous owner had told her that the house was built by an actor named Ann “Blank.” What's even more engaging is that the previous owners laughingly said that they sometimes see her wandering the halls. Once, my mother even admitted to me that she was home alone, reading in the living room, when she felt someone touching her arm. It was a comforting gesture, but it scared her when she turned around and saw no one nearby. I was afraid of this house.
When I was about 12, we moved into a house that my dad had built, in the same town but many miles from the ancient house. The first night I spent there, I woke up and looked out my bedroom window to see a white figure running down the lonely road at a rapid and graceful pace. Also, my beloved dog was in my line of sight and was running away from the object with his tail between his legs… Unusual, this dog was an ass-kicking machine. It was strange, but I managed to fall asleep again, the next day no one took me seriously. The final incident occurred shortly thereafter. I remember lying in bed. A few seconds passed before I saw this woman hovering above me, and she didn't say anything, but it was as if she said, “I followed you.” I lay there paralyzed, but I managed to say, “Get out, leave me alone.” And since I'm completely ghost free, knock on wood. A long, maybe monotonous story for you, but true for me, too true.
