Subject: Re: My
From: "Siegfried Zierath" email@example.com
Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2006 16:27:49 -0600
Hi there, my story starts a few years back when I was in high school. My friend and I would often come home for lunch because the school was in close proximity of my house. On this day, however, my friend and I were rumaging through my deep freeze in my basement looking for anything that looked appetizing, when we heard a loud crash! coming from upstairs in the kitchen. Both my parents worked full time and the only other living thing in the house with us was my dog with a bad hip. Both of us run upstairs to see that all the dishes that were on the counter were now on the floor. None of them broken, which is odd because I have ceramic tile floors. A fall like should have broken them. But it only starts there. My friend and I shrugged it off since our appetite overcame our fear. That night, as I tried to fall asleep I heard a rocking chair, which was wierd since our rocking chair was in our basement--two floors down, and this one seemed to be coming from above me. I ignored it and went to sleep anyway. Since then, I only hear the rocking chair maybe a handfull of times a month and things are starting to seldom fall. Another happening seems to be taking their place, whistling. I often hear a whistling, quite distinct as a whistle but without a recognizable tune to it. This whistling seems to follow me sometimes until I drown it out with music or the vacuum. It occurs frequently and doesn't scare me, so if it is a ghost than I don't think he is there to harm me. I do live in a newer house, only 17 years old and we are the original owners so I am not sure where he comes from, none the less he hasn't hurt anyone yet, just wants our attention.
In an unrelated event, I clean an office after work, this office is about seventy years old or older as it is in an old house converted for use as an office. I often get goosebumps and see things out of the corner of my eye when I am here but one occurence really stands out to date. I was just finishing up my cleaning when I stopped to use the washroom, Upon exiting the washroom I heard a whisper in my ear, "Did you wash your hands?", being the only one there at the time and being freaked out, I dropped everything and left. By the way, I did wash my hands.