This is a story of the night my great grandmothers step granddaughter took her own life. Her name was Kelly; she worshiped satin and overdosed on pills to die.
The night we heard of the misfortunate event, we all gathered at my grandmother's home. There was an almost unbearable feeling of dread as soon as you entered the old house. Almost as if there was an evil spirit there.
As we all sat at the long, rectangular dining room table, the overwhelming feeling of being watched came over me. I thought nothing of it and continued to comfort Kelly's grieving mother.
A short period of time went by and for some strange reason, my attentions was drawn to the crystal chandelier that hung from the ceiling. I noticed the lights were flickering. I seemed to be the only one to notice that. Also I saw the hanging fixture begin to swing back and forth. Again, I was the only one. I was becoming very nervous. I continued to focus on the swinging lights when suddenly; I saw what it looked like a white cloud of smoke circle. And just as soon as it came, it vanished. That really frightened me but what scared me even more was the fact that I was the only one to experience what happened.