I was about twelve years old, and my mom and I moved to this small place in Colorado named Burns. This town is only a post office, and out in the middle of nowhere, and I mean right in the mountains. Well anyhow, my moms friend that we where living with worked for this guy who owns a bunch of land around there, and if you take care of the land you can live in the houses for free.
So when we first moved into this house, a few strange but little things started happening, mainly when someone was there alone. Things like footsteps walking across the floor upstairs when your the only one there..mind you these are loud and clear footsteps. We had this broom standing at the top of the stairs, and you would always hear it fall over, but when you went and looked it was still standing.
Well come to find out some locals at a small bar that was about thirteen miles away or so said that a man by the name of Irish Hawkings lived in the house for many years and loved the place, visited the bar on a regular basis, and usually headed home about one or so. So one night my mom and her friend where sittin up and having a few, when they heard the door handle jiggle. Now this is one of the old metal door handles, so clearly has to be messed with to make noise. My mom joking around says "Come on in Irish, you drunk SOB" and the door swung open.
This is one of many things that happened in that house. I once heard footsteps coming up the stairs loudly, and nobody there but me, also screendoors would slam shut, then they would be locked.(they had those hook latches), now any skeptic could say, well those can lock themselves, but every time? So he locked us outside a few times, had to use the screwdriver to get in.hehe. At night sometimes you could hear my basketball bouncing outside, and when you would go out there the ball would be laying outside of the box that it was in. No joke, all of these things really happened! After awhile we just kind of learned to live with it. Sounds strange but we eventually just acted as though things where not even happening,although sometimes I was really scared since I was only twelve.
Although spooky, now that I look back on that experience I'm really glad that it happened because now I can truly say ghosts are real! There is no way that any skeptic could explain any of that scientifically. My husband is a huge skeptic, and is always giving me a lot of crap about watching Ghost Hunters and Paranormal State and believing it. I say that I should take him there for a little visit. There is no doubt in my mind that if nobody has helped that ghost cross over, then he is still there, and the people who are currently living there know it.
