WHEN I WAS 5 MY PARENTS BOUGHT A HOUSE IN WOLCOTT, CT THAT WAS THE FIRST BUILT IN THE AREA IN THE 1700'S. ALL GROWING UP I WOULD HEAR THE DRESSER DRAWRS OPEN AND CLOSE (I WOULD SEE THEM TOO) AS WELL AS ONE NIGHT GOING BACK UPSTAIRS FROM GETTING A DRINK, I SAW THE GHOST WAITING AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS. I WAS 7 THEN AND LIKE ALL 7 YEAR OLDS I RAN PAST INTO MY ROOM AND HID UNDER MY COVERS. I MOVED OUT AT 17 AND WHEN MY PARENT DIED I MOVED BACK IN FOR 9 MO. TO CLEAN THE HOUSE OUT.

REGUARDLESS TO SAY MY FRIENDS WOULD'T REALLY VISIT. THE FOOTSTEPS GOING UP THE STAIRS OR THE TV SHUTTING OFF BY ITSELF WAS A BIT MUCH FOR THEM. MY DOGS WERE FRIENDLY WITH THE GHOSTS TILL THE END OF MY STAY. ONE NIGHT BEFORE I MOVED OUT FOR THE LAST TIME, THERE WAS A KNOCKING AT THE FRONT DOOR AT 2 IN THE MORNING. THERE WASN'T ANYONE THERE AND AS SOON AS I WENT UP STAIRS IT STARTED AGAIN. THE FOLLOWING NIGHT MY DOGS WERE AT THE FOOT OF THE BED AND STARTED TO GROWL AT SOMETHING I COULDN'T SEE. THE FUR AT THE BASE OF THEIR NECKS WERE ON END!! I HAD HAD ENOUGH AT THIS POINT. ALL WAS AMUSING UNTIL I STARTED TO FEEL UNEASY AS WELL AS MY DOGS. I GUESS WHOMEVER IT WAS DIDN'T WANT ME MOVING AWAY AND WAS GETTING MAD. I DON'T KNOW BUT I HAVE NEVER STEPPED IN THAT HOUSE SINCE I SOLD IT AND APPARENTLY THE NEW OWNERS ARE DOING FINE. THEY ARE STILL LIVING THERE 12 YEARS LATER.

~ ERIKA