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Date Posted:20:11:59 11/14/08 Fri
The house my 19 year old daughter and I live in was built in 1889 and is located in Southwestern Pennsylvania. Many years ago it was divided into four apartments ours being the entire first floor and basement. Thanksgiving afternoon in 2007, I was watching TV in my living room which connects to my bedroom with a set of large wooden pocket doors. They were open and to my left. All of a sudden, I sensed movement and looked up just in time to see the figure of a man dressed in a black cloak or great-coat and a round, black, Amish-type hat come rushing out of my bedroom and, crossing the entire width of the doorway, disappeared through the closet in the living room. (At one time there was no closet there. It was open into the front hall). A day or so later, my daughter came up from the basement and said,"I don't care if you think I am crazy or not but there was a light shining on the wall at the bottom of the stairs and no lights were on down there". I didn't tell her about the man in the cloak. I think I was afraid to. The next day I, too, saw the light at the bottom of the stairs. For some reason it didn't register with me and I expected to see a light on when I went into the basement. When I got down there, however, there were no lights on. I started to put my laundry into the washer when I was overcome by terror unlike I have ever felt before. Whatever it was was emminating from a dank, unused fruit cellar that is at the opposite end of the house from my laundry area. I stuffed my clothes in, turned on the washer, and ran up the steps as fast as I could, slamming and locking the door behind me. My daughter and I had a laugh over that. Like a lock would keep out a...what?...spirit or ghost? All has been quiet until Friday, November 7th 2008. I was standing at my kitchen sink washing dishes when, once again, I sensed movement and turned to see a woman run in from the back porch and through the closed door of the breakfast nook. She wore a light blue, sleeveless dress made of what seemed to be linen. She was a bit chubby and the dress fitted her roundness rather tightly. She wore white shoes and her hair was short and curly, light brownish gray. I felt no sense of fear about either the woman or the man in the cloak. Clearly I have three separate entities. I am more than a bit nervous.
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