If any of you have read my other story, this is a follow up on that one. Unlike last time I did not know any of the history of my house. Out of curiosity I did go to the library, and asked my parents, and neighbors.
I told my parents what I heard, but of course like all parents they didn't believe me at all. That really frustrated me, because I know ghosts, and spirits are real. I have seen one before, but that is a different story for a different time.
Now it was a few days after my last incident, hearing footsteps and I was looking for someone who knew about my house. A few houses down from mine, a lady named Elaine lived there, and I knew she knew a lot about the history of certain houses, so I decided to go ask her to start. It was about 3:30 in the afternoon, when I arrived at her house. She opened the door, and I asked if I could talk to her after I told her what I was going through. To my surprise she invited me in, and told me that there was something that did happen in my house.
I was told that a guy was murdered there, by a jealous husband. I was so excited to hear this. I didn't know why I was excited, but I think it was due to the fact that I knew what happened, and what I was hearing. After about 30 minute I left her, thanking her very much. I went home and laid on my bed thinking about what I found out. I wasn't scared; I had no reason to be.
Well I thought I would just let everyone know that I learned tat someone did die in my house, and I await the next incident that happens.