thirdcactus
ThirdCactus
thirdcactus

Those ghosts were jerks.

Crazy! Something similar happened once to me when I was about... eight-ish, I think. That’s 4th grade, right? Anyway, we were visiting my little brother’s godparents and I both loved and feared their house. We lived in a pretty non-descript, one story 3/2/2, so this two story, stone faced monolith with what seemed to

“They both went back downstairs and saw the same figure only it was slowly walking from corner to corner of the basement with its back turned.”

I thought I would share a story of my dad’s. Our family has many stories where none of us can quite explain it, to non skeptics we believe we are definitely clairvoyant to some degree. My parents tell me stories from when I was younger, I’m not as in tuned to it as they are but this story of my dads is from his days

Okay, so this year I can participate since the main player who would be scandalized by airing the laundry has passed. As background, my mother had me in her late thirties and her mother in turn had her in her late thirties. My mother was the youngest of eight children and had brothers much older than she, which is how