When I was young I lived in Alaska. My family and I moved into this old house on the side of a hill about a mile out of town. I have two sisters and four brothers, so you can get an idea of the size of the old house. When we moved in, all of the house was empty except for this one room that was up stairs on the third floor. It was the only room up there. It was full of boxes, nothing seemed to be wrong in the house for over a month.
One day me and three of my brothers decided to go into that room and dig though those boxes. You know how young boys can't stay out of things. That boxes only had personal things in them, old pictures and stuff of that sort. When we left that room, it was a mess with all the stuff and boxes everywhere. I never thought anything about the room or anything in it again until about a week later.
My family had gone into town but I had decided to stay home alone. I was setting in a setting room at the foot of the stairs that lead up to that room. I was playing some John Denver tapes when I heard a voice. It was the voice of an old woman. She sounded like she was in that room and she was real mad. I could tell that she was coming down the steps by the sound of her voice, she was saying " God #%*^& those kids, I'll teach them not to get in my stuff" And then she went quit.
I was so afraid but I looked up real quick to see a cloud looking figure standing at the foot of the steps. I didn't know what to do so I acted like I didn't see her and just turned off the tape player, got up and walked out of the house, but when I got out there I ran the mile to town. I never said anything to anyone about what happened, but soon after, my dad moved us out of that house.
About 20 years later I took my kids to Alaska to see where I lived when I was young. I had gone to the grave yard down the street from that old house. I found a grave for the husband of the old woman, I noticed that it was fenced off for two graves but one was empty. I did some research into what happened to the old woman's body and found that before she died, she had befriended some of the towns people to take care of her. She got sick so her friends sent her to a town far away where they had better doctors.
When she died, her friends left her body there for the state to take care of while they split with each other all of her land and that old house. The old woman never got to be in the grave next to the man she had loved her hole life. And her unresting soul just walk the hall and rooms in that old house waiting for someone to put her body where she wanted to be.