Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My parents had just married and had bought a beautiful white house with a picket fence along the river. It had three spacious paddocks and an old stable for my mother’s horses. It was the perfect newly-wed affair.

The house being over 150 years old, needed renovations and my father (being the ambitious sort that he is) started on those promptly after the initial move in. This is when my parents noticed the perfect newly-wed home had a few vices. At first, they blamed the slamming doors, misplaced tools, opening and shutting windows and constant creaking on the house being old and the chaos of the repairs. But it was after the repairmen were gone and those things continued to occur, that my parents first realized they were not the only ones in the house.

My parents held a large party for my father’s 40th birthday (me, at the time being about 4). My mother’s best friend looked up at the looming white mansion, admiring a little girl in a white nightgown who stood in the window. “Your daughter has really grown up into a pretty little thing!” she exclaimed. My mother looked at me playing in the sandbox, and then to where her friend was looking, and decided not to say anything.

I remember foggily the night my parents went to a fancy party and left me to the babysitter. I fell asleep on the couch watching Barney re-runs. I just remember waking up to the sound of many people whispering incoherently at the same time, and then the fire alarm went off but I remained on the couch in a trance, listening to the whispers until my mother came and scooped me up, asking me why I had moved from my room to the couch. I still don’t remember why or how I had come to be asleep on the couch.

My mother said she saw Patty on numerous occasions. In the mirror behind her while she brushed her hair, tilting her head to the side and moving her lips with no sound coming out; sliding down the stairs on her bum with her eyes closed; outside amongst the horses in the paddock and most often, in the hall facing a corner. Though Patty’s presence was frightening and questioned everything we had been taught to believe in scientifically, my parents and my sister and I grew quite accustomed to her presence and remained in the house until one night in April when my mother was pregnant with my younger sister.

She awoke to the feeling of being watched and turned over to see a small person in a black hooded cloak, about four feet tall. It did not move except for the rise and fall of it’s tiny chest. My mother said she was frozen in fear and turned to wake my father and by the time he awoke, the figure was gone. We moved out of the house a month later, and have not heard any similar accounts from the current owners.

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