This story is about my very first, and so far most frightening, encounter with the paranormal. Before I begin on what I experienced that night with my two friends, let's call them Tracy and Samantha, background information is needed. Tracy and Samantha are twin sisters who live in a small house on the lake, located in the south-eastern area of Wisconsin. I had visited their house many times before, and on every trip I would have to pass by this very small cottage, which was actually the size of a shed. It was very obvious the cottage was abandoned since the windows were smashed out, and the door was boarded up.
One day while taking a walk with Tracy past the cottage, I looked over to her and said, "Did someone actually live there? Look how small it is". "Yeah, a long time ago," Tracy replied to the best of her knowledge. She went on to tell me about a "hypnotist ghost" that actually lived in the house. Curious about the ghost, I asked her what she meant. She explained to me that a couple of years ago, a friend of hers, who lived in the neighborhood, was on her way over to the local bar to get some food after leaving Tracy's house. About three hours had passed by without any sign from her friend. Tracy and the girl's parents finally found her standing in front of the small cottage, staring into the window appearing to be "hypnotized..."
Now, I know how much Tracy likes to exaggerate on some things (the three hours for example), but for some reason I believed that her friend actually did see something in the cottage that was able to catch her attention. My odd feelings for that house increased every time I had to drive by it, and since there was no other way to get to their house without going passed that cottage, I had to.
It wasn't until a Friday night in the summer of last year, that the story about the ghost in that cottage really made me believe. The twins and I, along with some other friends had gone to see a late movie. Since I picked the twins up, I was in charge of taking them home that night.
As my car pulled onto their road, I couldn't help but think about having to pass that creepy cottage again. As we neared the house, I looked over at Tracy who was sitting in the front seat (Samantha was sitting behind Tracy in the back) and say, "Man, I really hate that house!" Just as soon as I finished expressing my views on the cottage, I felt this weird jolt of some sort of energy pass through the right side of my body. To this day, I still can't fully describe the feeling, it was like an energy, but unique in some way. The feeling actually froze me for a few seconds until we were clear of the cottage. Pulling into the twins' driveway, I looked over at Tracy. "I just got the weirdest feeling as we went by that house," I said. "Yeah I felt that too! On the left side of my body!" she replied. "I felt it on my right!"
We sat in the car for a few seconds, trying to explain the feeling to each other. Meanwhile, Samantha was in the back seat looking at us like we were both crazy. When I asked her if she felt anything as we went by the house, she said nothing seemed strange to her.
The cottage was eventually knocked down later in the summer, and now I don't fear having to pass it on my way to their house. It was an experience I will never forget.