Jeepers Creepers!!

I used to live in a house with Ace that was built in the early 1900's.  We lived in the basement and had to walk through a maze of darkness and up narrow concrete stairs to access our bathroom. 

This place creeped me out.  I would wake up in the middle of the night without fail needing to use the bathroom.  I was so scared to walk out of our door that I would nearly wet myself in attempt to not have too.  Fruitless as it was, I tried every night to hold it but in the end I would wind up waking Ace up so that he could walk through the maze of darkness with me.

Something just didn't feel right with the place.  Something was always watching me and I'm pretty positive it may have even touched me a few times.  Ewwwww!

Turns out,  I there was validity to my feelings. 

We shared the house with Ace's Mom, her husband, and younger son.  Mom said that when Stinker (the little brother) was small she would catch him sitting in his crib having conversations with an invisible something that he would only address as "The Man".

Eventually, based one the history that Mom had on the house, the entity became known as "Clyde." Whom in fact, was the previous owner. 

Just hearing that everyone else in the house acknowledged the presence of something was enough to scare me.

That wasn't it though, there was also a small girl who had made herself known via photograph.  As soon as I get the photo uploaded I will do an update on this post.  Seriously, you have to see it!  It's nuts!  It made the hair all over my body stand on end in protest of what my eyes were seeing.

I have always been super fascinated with ghosts and such.  I just never thought I would be in a place with so many of them.

As time passed, my acceptance grew and I got more used to the goings on in the house.  I didn't feel the little girl very often.  "Clyde," however, was quite the joker.  He was never malicious which is a blessing.  He didn't even seem like he wanted anything but some good clean fun.  "Clyde's " antics would often be anything from the gentle pinch of the ass, to moving objects and placing them in completely random spots. (This, by the way, made me think I was going crazy)

I cannot explain how I felt when he was near, I just knew. 

In a weird way I  eventually began to feel like he was just your everyday, ordinary, invisible uncle and became quite at ease with him around.  I talk to him when I feel him, and now, since I don't live there anymore, when I do visit I catch myself looking for him. 

Strange Days, and Good Times.