ABOUTI lived in this house in a diminutive town in Maine, it was an older house. I don't know any story and I will probably never do it, but it was an older house. We had a basement and 4 rooms, an ordinary elderly style of the house. Kitchen is a place where most “abnormal” classes would take place.
Our entrance door had an entrance with another door, a bulky wooden door with a glass window. The way the door was sitting, you will have to open it strongly, and then you would be in a diminutive porch, which led to the front door. Quite often, the front door opens, but the external doors would remain closed.
You can sit in the living room and watch our kitchen airy turns on and off. The kitchen airy we had was elderly -fashioned, had a florescent bulb with a metal string. After pulling out the string appeared. Well, my mother put a piece of yarn on a metal rope so that we, children, could reach him. You can see a pulling string. It happened every night and we got used to it very quickly.
I always assumed that the presence was an elderly lady, just like my family. We have no idea why we just felt it. We, children, would go to sleep with open windows and blankets, because it gets sizzling in the middle of summer. We woke our windows closed and packed in blankets. Now we often talked about it with my parents and said that we were at this age, so they didn't even have to check us. It never scared us, everything became normal even for our friends. But one day and I will never forget about it, my mother went to the kitchen airy with yarn at her end. She went to turn him on and was so shocked that she threw her on her knees. Now I am really not sure, but I am almost positive that you cannot be a shrill through yarn.
A moment later we moved. We just came to the conclusion that he liked to play with us, it seemed that he liked to irritate us.
