Haunted House by the Railroad Tracks
The house seemed to come alive at night and not just because it sat next to the railroad tracks. The trains seemed to stir something within it. No wonder my cousin, Sally, and her family seldom talked about it. As a child, I spent a lot of time at their house. At first I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. We were too busy being silly kids playing together and having a good time. But I overheard my mother and Aunt Lou whispering in the kitchen one day, “Jennie, I heard it again last night. But when I went upstairs, nothing was there.” My mother said, “Louise, it’s probably the trains rattling the walls.” “I’m not so sure about that,” my aunt said.
Later that night, as Sally and I lay in bed, I felt my heart begin to race. I couldn’t see very good in the dim night light she kept on her dresser, but I felt a …