Waking Up The Dead Since 1976

I live in an old town.

OLD, and according to many tale-tellers, haunted.

I believe in the possibility of all that stuff, though I've only had a couple minor experiences with things of a spine-tingling nature.

I do not see dead people.

But ever since moving to Bellefonte, and having to walk up that dark hill alone in the morning when no one's around, I have that horrible "there's someone walking right behind me" feeling all the time. Maybe it's just the stories getting to me.

Until this morning. I turned out the bathroom light. I KNOW I did. I distinctly remember feeling the condensation on the wall as I did it. I walked into the kitchen, then the living room, and picked up a CD to bring with me on the drive, when I heard a power surge kind of sound come through the TV speakers, as if the TV was being turned off but already was. When I walked out into the hallway, the bathroom light WAS ON.

I know that's not much. Maybe it's silly to be freaked out by it at all. But when it's dark and you're alone you dwell on these things. And tonight, when I get home, I'm parking IN THE FRONT of the house.

So there, you stupid ghosts, you haunt my dreams and now you think you can have my reality, too. Well, phooey on you. It's my house, too.