From Death to Resin

I never really believed in ghosts as a little kid. I saw them, but it wasn’t normal to mention that sort of thing. So I convinced myself that I had an overactive imagination.

They were always shadows in human form, never had I seen any sort of detail. Just these things, passing down the hallways, hopping around in the corners of my vision. Things that were easy to write off. Then, one day, I saw her.

My family had just moved houses about 6 months before, into a large, fairly new house, built only 10 years before. It had all the modern amenities, and was nothing like the old, creepy mansions you hear of normally harboring spirits. Then, my sister started complaining about hearing footsteps in her room. We called an exterminator, who wrote it off as a raccoon. Everything went back to normal.

I had fallen asleep on the couch between my sister’s and my rooms. I woke up to the sound of my sister’s door opening, and saw a tall, skinny blonde lady, with her hair in a bun, walk through it. My sister and my mother are both blondes, so after calling out for them I went to investigate. No one was in my sister’s room, my sister wasn’t home, and my mother was dead asleep in her room downstairs in the opposite side of the house.

I confronted my mother about it, and she started in on a story. Aparently the previous owners disclosed it during the sale of the house. Back, about 30 years, the owners before the ones we bought the house from were a small family. 2 kids and the parents. One night, while the daughter was off at a party, the father took the mother into the backyard, and shot her, then himself. Their poor son ran down the street, screaming for help.

After that, the house was sold to the owners whom we bought it from, who tore the house and rebuilt. I don’t exactly know why, but they said they had 2 priests and a rabbi in to bless their new house on multiple occasions. I think they heard her too.

My neighbor had pictures of the family, and when I first saw them I was shocked. There, next to a nicely dressed man, was the lady I had seen. Hair up, same face, everything. I knew it was her without a doubt.

It’s been a long time since I’ve heard her, or seen her. My mother took to talking to her, telling her it was ok to leave. It seems she believed my mother, and has passed on. People had been talking to her for years, asking her to leave. I don’t think that’s what happened. I think she got scared off.