My story happened when I was 5 years old. I was visiting my Uncle's house in Lothair, Kentucky. My Uncle owned a small house right next door to an old Victorian House that was built in the 1880's. The house was the spitting image of "The Munster's" house, for those of you who remember the show of the same name.
The house was dilapidated and in extreme disrepair and, as a result, was going to be torn down. My cousins and I loved the old place. We decided to go inside for a quick look around and then come out.
It was about 10:15 when we went inside. The interior had a parlor, front room, side room and a grand staircase that went upstairs to the second floor rooms. We went into the parlor where all the furniture was covered with white sheets. They were covered in dust, and we moved through the house quickly to see everything. My cousins went to another room, but for some reason I was entranced by this room.
I left a moment later and walked outside. My Uncle and cousins ran up to me and asked where I was. I said, "You were just with me, why are you asking me where I was?" My cousins said they came out a half hour ago and they got worried, so they brought my Uncle with them.
I don't know what happened, but I lost half an hour in that place. I walked to my Uncle's house and saw the clock read 10:45. My cousins left me and I followed them a minute later.
How could I lose a half hour in that place? That's something I'd like to know. To this day I still can't understand how or why I lost that half hour.
My cousins show me pictures of the old house. The cool thing was, it was a magnificent mansion, it's a shame that it's gone now. But in my mind, it will NEVER be forgotten.