Friday, 6 September 2013

Blogtember- Afraid

I have decided to participate in Blogtember. It seems like something that would be pretty fun. I have no idea if I'll be able to actually do this, but I'm going to give it a try!

Today's prompt:

A story about a time you were very afraid.

When I moved out on my own for the first time, I moved into my parents second house. I had stayed there many times- with family, friends and by myself. But there's a difference between 'staying' and 'living'.

So, here I am, living in this 100+ year old house, in one of the oldest town's in Canada, alone. I start to notice things moving; both in the morning and something was in once place and when I got from work, it would be in another or knocked down and sometimes actually watching something move.

Obviously, the house was haunted.

I kept lights on, because you know...because, you know, ghosts stay away from light. 

I slept with a knife near my bed...because, you know, a knife is the best way to defend yourself from a ghost.

I told co-workers about my fear. They started to ask for daily updates, getting creeped out and scared with me. A co-worker who was a life long resident drove past my house to see if she was familiar with the house and knew anything about it's history. Everyone began to speculate on the house- where it was built, who lived (and died) there, etc. 

None of this, needless to say, helped my fear. 

I was terrified.

One day, a co-worker, found out exactly where I lived and she told me that she used to live near me. Every night at 11pm, if she was in her bathroom, she would feel her house shake. 

Did I mention we live in a town with a mine? And that my house is two-ish blocks from the mine?

The co-workers who would shake when the mine set off explosives.Things in my house would move throughout the day...around the time that the mine was setting off explosives. 

I later told this story to my dad and he told me that his grandmother used to live about a block from our house and she too thought her places was haunted- pictures were constantly falling off the wall. But no, it was just the mine too.

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