Do things go bump in the night at your house? My house is haunted. There has been a spike in ghostly activity in my home over the last couple of weeks. The other day when I was getting out of the shower, I heard and saw someone walk by the bathroom through the crack under the door.
When I heard the footsteps, my mother and I were the only people in the house.
Assuming my mom needed to use the bathroom, I came into the living room. When I told her what I had heard and seen, she said that she had been sitting on the couch at her computer for a while and hadn’t moved.
To understand the next thing, I must mention that this bathroom is a converted pantry and is built into the kitchen. There is a butchers’ block next to the toilet. My family keeps snacks and drinks on the butchers’ block.
For some bizarre reason, our bathroom seems to be a hotspot for Paranormal Activity. A couple of days after the episode, as mentioned earlier of phantom footsteps, they were seen again.
One night I was in the kitchen getting a bag of chips off of the butchers’ block. My dad was watching TV in the nearby living room. When I came into the living room to eat my food, my dad asked if I had seen what just happened. I was confused. My dad told me that he saw someone behind me. The person had a hazy outline and quickly faded away.
My mom, a non-smoker, will smell cigarette smoke when she is home alone. A visit to a psychic has confirmed that my mom has a male spirit who watches over her. He was a heavy smoker in life.
My beloved aunt had just passed away, and my mom took a quiet moment in the dining room. My mom let her mind wander, and as tears began to fall, she could smell smoke. The smoking ghost was trying to comfort my mom in her time of need. It is nice to know that someone is watching over my mom.
My sister and I were chatting about the smoking ghost last night and eating when we suddenly heard a loud crash. A heavy vase was knocked over with no one touching it.
It’s fun living in a haunted house! You never feel lonely!
Featured image by Keely Messino