Now before I tell you my story I want to get three things cleared up: first the green house is what my family calls the house, two this is a very real story, and three even though I am a teenager this is not hogwash.
My mother has had numerous experiences with Stephen, my great-great-grandfather. My mother had also continuously said things about other family members, saying they have experienced things, strange and some quite funny. Let me start with Cindy, my cousin. She had Stephen watching over her while she slept silently.
He was very caring and always looked out for everyone. Also he had his old rotary phone, which is one of the creepier ones. My mother was playing in the dining room when the old phone rang, which wasn't plugged in and no one had used for at least ten years.
She also said she was snooping around in Margaret's room (my great- grandma) and took a tape for her video camera without asking. She went downstairs and when she came back it was strung all around the room. She thought it was to reach her a lesson. And also my mother was in her room listening to music when hangers started rattling in her room, then went to room to room as if Stephen was looking for one of his favorite suits.
To this day you can still see him walking down the street with his hands behind his back or sitting on the bench across the house whistling. I guess I got the genes for walking with my hands behind my back because my friends always tease me about it saying it's so old fashioned and I should walk with style.
I may be a skater chick but I mean oldies is just my style.