Chapter 19 The Ghost In My Livingroom

• For about a year and a half now, I have been sleeping in my living room in my comfy black faux suede reclining chair in front of the fireplace. My kids always thought it was odd that I had a bedroom upstairs that seemed perfectly fine, but I never used it once my ex-husband was gone. Matter fact, I flat out refused to go in there after dark because it creeped me out to no end. So, when I sit here in the dark with only a small lamp in the dining room for light to see where the bathroom is, I begin to wonder how I am not scared when I see the shadows move from behind me. I guess it is because whatever is in my bedroom upstairs, feels threatening. What is down here however, feels like it is part of me for some reason. I know that doesn’t make sense, but I feel that perhaps the shadows that move around me once belonged to either a little boy who died in a barn fire in the very early 1900’s or an older woman who died here just after that. Either way, this is a very old farmhouse and parts of it were made in the 1800’s so chances are there are spirits hanging around it. One night, I remember something so strange that I will never forget it for the rest of my life. It was about 10 p.m. and there was a full moon out. It was lighting up the whole living room, so I didn’t need the little light on in the dining room that night for once. The house was extremely quiet because I had just put all the kids to bed, and they were snuggled up under their blankets. SSo, I walked downstairs and checked all the doors before settling down in my chair for the night. Enjoying the quiet, I pulled out my phone to read a few chapters of my latest favorite romance novel while grabbing my blanket and wrapping it around me. Sipping on hot cocoa, I had put the recliner back and my feet up before finishing reading a few more chapters. As I sat there, I heard something strange and then felt like someone was in the room with me, staring at me from behind me. A shiver ran up my spine and the fine hairs on the back of my neck raised before I got this creepy feeling that if I looked behind me, I would see a pair of eyes staring right next to my head. At the same time, something fell in the dining room and when I glanced over to see what it was, the only cloud in the sky decided to cover the moon right at that moment and the whole house went dark so I couldn’t see anything. Not wanting to wake up the children, I didn’t cry out, even though I was so spooked at that moment, that I couldn’t stop shivering. Deciding that I must see what had happened and turn on the light, I pushed the foot of the recliner down and my feet touched the ground in front of the chair. Swearing under my breath, I wondered why I didn’t turn the light on earlier before I pulled the blanket off me and laid it on the couch next to the chair for when I returned. Shaking my head at the stupidity of how ridiculous I felt, I stood up and ran my hands over the smooth stones of the fireplace wall before I found the opening to the dining room. I muttered under my breath, “Why didn’t I do this before?” And then I stubbed my toe on the corner of a box I assume. ““That is what fell.” I cried out while in pain. “Stinking box.” I caught myself saying before I heard another noise from behind me this time. When I reached the table, I switched the little lamp on. As it flooded the room with its light, I turned around to make my way back to the living room. But when I saw a shadow standing there where I was just a minute before, I freaked out and started to panic. My eyes darted from side to side, feverishly trying to find something I could use as a weapon. Then I saw it, my son’s bat leaning up against the side door not two feet away from where I stood. As I reached down to get it, the shadow moved, and I felt something cold touching my skin. It didn’t feel human or even solid. Instead, it felt like a cold breeze flowing through something. Fear stricken, I stood there staring into the living room and out it came. The shadowy figure with eyes just like I thought they would be. Then something stepped out of the shadows, and it was a small boy with a baseball and the very bat I had thought I had in my hands just a few seconds before. Thing is that the small boy that had peered up at me had to have been from another time or place because he had knickers on and a small ball cap with knee high socks. He smiled at me and then opened his mouth to say something before he grabbed a hold of my hand. When nothing came out, I stared at him for a moment before I backed up and almost tripped over the box again. Looking back at him, I didn’t say a word either, just nodded in understanding as I watched him move back into the shadows and disappear. It was strange, because the first time I saw a ghost, I had thought that I would have died of sheer fright, but honestly it wasn’t all that bad. Matter of fact, it comforted me in a strange way, knowing that he was always looking after the house and the kids.