|Posted by Storm on July 3, 2012 at 9:45 PM|
Back when I was in H.S. my father had purchased this old house. There was no unusual history to it. It was simply an old house.
There was a narrow stair case that lead to the upper rooms from the kitchen.
We'd often hear someone walking either up the stairs or down the stairs.
No matter how many times it happened, especially at dinner, we inevitiably looked towards the stair case when we heard someone walking down them.
It became such a joke, that we started setting an extra place setting for our resident ghost.