AND I used to be high school, used to a child. In our miniature town, which he considers a village, there is a huge house in its center. Some ladies bought it, exploit it for bed and breakfast for about 10 years, and her family lived there. Her husband was ailing and died. A few years after his death, she sold the house. Then the army bought a house. One day I noticed my family outside, and because it is such a miniature town, I thought I would introduce them. They had 3 miniature children. 3 pretty little boys that I loved me and I care about.
In any case, I told them that if they ever needed a babysitter, I would be more than elated that he sat for them. They didn't really know anyone in the city and for some time I didn't get a phone to care for children, but my wife who wasn't too much of my age wanted to spend. So we spent time and although we became great friends, the children met me. She and I talked and we had a strange feeling. She told me that house terrified her and thought it was haunted. It was an aged house and who knows what could happen there?! Well, her eldest son, who was only 5 years aged at the time, came to the living room where we sat, and he said: “Mommy … Ashley … Do you hear these screams? Mom help this man” Amanda was scared and she asked her son, whom the man talks about and he said “a man at the bottom of the stairs, mother, mother, help him, make him some water.” We were crazy and we didn't know what to do. We went to the bottom of the stairs and of course we didn't see the man. We ignored it.
The next day we were outside, relaxing in the yard, and her oldest came to us again and said: “Mommy, I go inside and play with good brothers.” We thought he was talking about her two younger brothers, so she said “OK”. He came inside. But we looked at the eyes and the other two boys had fun in the sand. So I went home and saw Jet (the oldest) playing in a witty room and talking loudly! I asked him who he was talking to and he said “good Ashley brothers”, I ran to Amanda and told her that she had to come home. We performed, so we started to study the house. We looked at the aged barn and there were plenty of documents and information about the home. Apparently there was fire in the corridor (on the bottom of the stairs) and the man died in flames. We got scared, so we went to the stairs and pulled out the carpet that was on the floor and there was a burned place. I've never had so many chills through my body! Then a good brother just seemed to be the imagination of Jet.
We didn't think anything about it … But one day we went to the attic at the top of the house. There are 3 floors in this house. After the attic there is a miniature attic with windows where you can look at the city. One night we went there to look around, and there was a lot of writing on the walls … where people signed the walls and wrote quotes and things. Even letters in the 1890s. We signed it ourselves and looked up and over my head, I saw “Long live the good brothers” there was no way to write it. He had only 5 and 3.5 feet of height! We were terrified and ran down.
In addition, there was a corridor in this house that they did not exploit because he had 2 additional bedrooms that they did not need. So they turn it off. Well, there is a washing machine and a dryer in this corridor. I washed blankets for her and really survived when I entered the corridor. There is one bedroom that is a bit dim and terrifying. I came in earlier and still felt strange. I usually passed by him if I had to go to the laundry. Well, I found out about a woman who was before. Her husband died in this room. He died of tobacco caused lung cancer.
And add to this … 5 days after I found out that he died in this room, Jet said that he heard: “Uncle Charlie coughing upstairs and it bothered him:” We asked who uncle Charlie is, and he said: “A man who sleeps in the washing machine's room” We did the workshop, because this woman is the name of Charles. Now they live in Italy.
Now the curator of my aged high school lives there. There are no youthful children and says she didn't see anything strange. Tell me what you think …
