From: Blakes1013@cs.com

I was about fifteen years old when it started. I came home one evening and my mom was sitting on the couch. She looked at me in an odd way and asked me how I got outside. I asked her what she was talking about. She said that she thought I was upstairs in my bed room (above the couch). I then told her that I was at my friends house and just got home.

She then told me that she heard the boards in my bedroom squeeking and thought I was walking around. We didn't think anything of it because we had cats.

Another time I came home and she told me that she heard the boards squeeking again and she looked in my room and the cats were not there...They were all outside!

Well, one evening I was home alone in my bedroom and I had my stereo turned up pretty loud listening to a cassette tape. I turned it up even louder and went down stairs to the kitchen to get something to eat. While I was getting something to eat, my tape stopped. I thought nothing of it at the time because I just figured that the tape had ended.

I returned to my room upstairs to find that the tape was stopped, but it was only half way through.

I figured the tape player had messed up and just started it up again. I went back down to the kitchen to get a drink. The music stopped again. Very frustrated at this point, I returned to my room hoping not to find my tape eaten by the player. Instead, I found the volume knob turned all the way down.

I was a little confused and also a little worried that someone was in the house. I told my mom when she got home and that was about it.

In our small town paper, they would have a picture every week of an old house in our town with its history. It was called "The historical House of the week".

One week our house was featured. It was a very old picture. The house looked about the same but the porch was diferant. In the picture, there was an old lady standing on the porch. She and her husband were the people that built the house about eighty years ago.

We later found out that her husband passed away before her and she stayed in the house until she died in her bed.

We guess that it was my bedroom that she died and well, she just isn't into the loud rock-n-roll of today!