The house I grew up in was over two hundred years old. There were newer additions added to the house but the older parts were made of logs with mortar in-between these logs that had horsehair as part of the mixture. Growing up in this house has left me with some very interesting stories. On hot summer days, there would be cold drafts. Sweet smells of perfume. Objects would move and sway all by themselves. …showed first 75 words of 424 total…

…showed last 75 words of 424 total…and turn on the light switch. We slept the rest of the night with the lights on. After all of these years, my mind is unable to forget these two supernatural phenomenons. I will always wonder, who were these visitors of mine? Why did they make their presence known to me? These experiences make for great stories when people find out that I lived in a haunted house. I will forever remember my ghostly experiences.