When I was a little girl I lived in rural Southern Indiana. My family's home was in a very remote area. The land we lived on always gave off a bad vibe. Early on before we had a house built we lived in a trailer home made from two railroad trailers (where railroad workers lived while on the job). My mother and I had many encounters with the "unexplainable" there.
A rowdy group of ghosts talked loudly and played music from midnight until early in the morning next to her bed every night until we moved from there. Music would flow through the windows at all hours. This also happened after we had the new house built. All of us heard walking in the hallway several times. At first I was really scared and then once used to it, I was totally curious. We never had real proof, but it seems the railway workers didn't realize they had died and kept on as usual.
One evening I was ready for bed and went to kiss my mother goodnight. As I was leaning toward her where she was sitting, I looked up at the window behind her. There staring at me was a skeleton's face! I was completely terrified. I was paralyzed. Why would this horrible thing be where my reflection should be? Mom later told me the color drained from me and I had a sheer look of terror on my face. At the time I told her there was nothing wrong and went to bed. I couldn't tell her what had happened because I didn't have the words. Now I am afraid of windows.
Even after all these years, I have to have my windows shut and locked with dark curtains over them so I cannot see out. Especially at night. I'll stop for now, but you'll hear from me again.
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