As I mentioned in my previous story, Foul Smelling Thing, I lived in California. However, I failed to mention that the house I moved into is indeed quite haunted. The ghosts in this house aren't too bad. Harmless actually, compared to the thing that resides in my parents' old house in Calgary.
We have recently moved into a new place, and over the past few months I have been keeping track of some things that go on in the house.
I noticed that every day around 5:30-6:00 at night, the toilet in the main floor bathroom will flush by itself. One night while making dinner, Geri (my fiancé) went to the bathroom. (This was sometime between 5-6pm). She told me that while she was in there, she felt the temperature drop quite a few degrees, and the hair on her neck stood up. She closed the door and was just about to do her business when the toilet flushed very spontaneously on its own. After it flushed she mentioned she felt a cool breeze blow past her (Keep in mind there are no windows in this bathroom) and the temperature returned to normal.
My brother is still living with us, and we figure that his room is the most haunted in the house. He hasn't exactly been lucky with his rooms. (If you read my last story you would know what I'm talking about.) He says that on occasion, he will be woken up to his bed moving very gently back and forth. Other times he'll feel a weight at the foot of his bed as if someone had sat down. When he gets home from school he will head straight up to his room to do his studies and crank his stereo. He says that the CD's will change tracks for no reason, or the volume is being messed with. He'll get up to go fix the problem, and when he turns around, his books and homework are on the floor. The poor guy has been through so much that I think he's learned to just brush it off and ignore it. But then again often times I can hear him upstairs cursing in frustration with "something..."
Those are the experiences Geri and my little brother deal with, but as for me, I have had a different experience.
One night I was out in the garage working on my bikes. I had a big race that weekend so I wanted to make sure everything was working properly. I was waiting for my mechanic to come by so he could take a look and see if I had missed anything. When he arrived he came in and asked me who the little girl was sitting on my front step. I thought it might have been one of the neighbor's kids or something, so I got up to go see. When I looked around the corner towards my front steps, nobody was there. But there was a little pink ball sitting at the bottom of the steps. I grabbed it and took it to the house a few doors down and left it on their porch. I figured it was one of their kids'.
Me and Grant worked on the bikes for a little while and we stopped to break for a beer. We were talking about the race coming up and who was going to be there, and who's going to be tough competition, when we heard a giggle come from the driveway. We got up and checked to see if anyone was there, but there was nobody to be seen. We walked back into the garage and there, sitting beside my toolbox was a little pink ball. Grant and I looked at each other and agreed something quite out of the ordinary was going on.
We left the ball where it was as we finished the inspections on the bikes, and after Grant left, I picked up the ball and kicked it into the back yard. The ball stays in the same place, except when I mow the lawn. Whenever the ball gets moved it always ends up back in the same spot in the back yard.
We figure that a little girl used to live here, and she continues to play and cause trouble, even when we're there.
We don't mind her, although she can be a trouble maker at times. Messing with Chris' stereo, playing with my theater system, misplacing Geri's make up.
In fact we quite enjoy having her around, she brightens everyone's day.