Ok, I promised another ghost story. And quite honestly, I don't know if I want to tell it. Thinking about it still makes me heart pound in my chest and I get a little panicky. I irrationally fear that telling the story will bring it back...like maybe she's reading over my shoulder. Ugh. See, I just gave myself chills...
Last year, my parent's were in the market for a new house. They were just kind of browsing when they came across one they fell in love with. It was an old stone school, house built in 1900. They were serious enough about it to have the entire family come and see it when the realtor showed it.
The house was beautiful. Most of it had been remodeled. The basement was in it's original state and was...well, creepy. My brother and I wandered around it, trying to act like grown ups and be brave, but I could tell he was as weirded out as I was. The kids wouldn't come down at all. They preferred it outside. I kept trying to picture my mom and dad there, having holiday dinners, etc. and realized that I was very uncomfortable with that. For no apparent reason. But when we left, I thought nothing more of it.
That night I was home with the kids, my husband was working and I was getting the kids ready for bed. When Delaney was younger, she always went to bed easily, no whining, crying or complaining, but that night I could not get her to stop screaming. Everytime I'd go upstairs and she'd be standing in her crib, screaming hysterically and I couldn't get her to calm down. She actually threw up, she was crying so hard. I picked her up and went to carry her into my bedroom. I set her down in the doorway to talk to my son and she started screaming again and pointing to the top of the stairs.
"What is she doing here?" she cried.
"Who is she? Why is she here, WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?!!?" She kept repeating and crying.
There wasn't anyone there and I told her I didn't see anything.
"WHY IS SHE DOING THAT? WHY IS SHE HERE?" she kept screaming, holding on to my legs for dear life. Delaney absolutely refused to take a step closer.
"Delaney, there's no one there," Nick said encouragingly and walked over the stairs. Delaney suddenly stopped crying.
"She's gone now. She left. She's gone," she said and walked into the hallway and into our bedroom, like nothing ever happened.
At that point I could barely breath. The fear in my daughter terrified me and frankly anything that terrified my daughter like that terrifies me. Ghosts don't scare me, but whatever made my daughter react like that does. I ended up getting all three kids in my bed and I went down the stairs to shut off the lights. Walking down the stairs was like walking into a freezer. There was about a 4 feet section of staircase that was ice cold and then it was gone.
I'm surprised I didn't have a heart attack, I was so terrified. I laid in bed with my kids, my eyes wide open, staring at the doorway.
I don't know how ghosts work, or where she came from or what it was. But it freaked me out. And it freaked Delaney out. I can't help but think that it had something to do with that house, which my parent's did not buy. It seems like too much of a coincidence.
And that's my story.