AND they live on an almost 300-year-old farm. My house was built by monks. I always felt strange things in the house, like cool spots and noises, but I always thought it was just my head. A few years ago, when I was sharing a downstairs room with my sister (the room I'm currently writing this story in), I saw something. It was a scorching night and I desperately needed a drink. I sat down and grabbed a drink. As I took my first sip, I saw something downstairs in my room and it scared me. It wasn't any particular shape, but rather a very clear white mist with a strange movement in the middle, moving outwards. It's so strenuous to explain. I slowly put down my drink, slipped under the covers, and didn't look up. My family didn't believe me, so I invited my friend over without telling her what I saw. That night she woke me up crying, saying she couldn't sleep alone, so we moved into the living room. The next morning she told me that she had seen something very similar to what I had seen, but this time it had moved into the hallway and was moving very slowly. I don't know what it is and I hope you believe me because I wouldn't lie about such things. If you have any ideas, I would be very grateful.
