Wanderer

My husband and I moved into an old house in July. After two nights in our new place I was receiving odd sensations from one area of the house. I shrugged it off as my imagination, because I am a vivid individual. Two weeks later, my mother who lives two miles away received word of a murder that had occurred here almost decade ago. I brushed it off as coincidence.

A month later, at my place of employment, I met the former tenants of my residence. Chills went up my spine when the first question they asked me was if anything out of the ordinary had happened to us yet. They proceeded to tell me of several odd occurrences that took place while residing there, such as candles being lit while sleeping, doors opening and closing by themselves, voices of a man being heard during the daylight hours, and footsteps being heard throughout the night. I found myself close to tears. I'm not sure if I cried out of fear or relief that I wasn't crazy. They also informed me that someone had been killed in the house.

Coincidence? I'm not sure. Only a few days later, a bulletin on the radio talked about a man up for parole over stabbing and killing a man in my house in 1985. Since then, I have been trying to deal with the cold chills and the brushes across my shoulder. I've seen doors open and shut in one swift move, by themselves. I have had lights come on and objects move without the help of anyone, but I still have not seen the ghost. Yet, the scariest to me was my daughter's bunny rabbit calling out to me in the middle of the night, "PEEK-A-BOO, I SEE YOU". Was he trying to tell me something? Regardless, we are moving in two weeks.

— Submitted by: Shaun R., Frankfort, OH