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Authors: Christine Churchill
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asked what was wrong, saying I looked spooked. I shrugged it off.
I continued working high time. That means you work your schedule plus you pick up other flight attendant’s trips they don’t want to fly. I was seldom home and was temporarily living at my parent’s house. I am guessing I was only there maybe five or six days a month.
Once, I walked in the kitchen and a gentle breeze touched my face. I didn’t think much of it. I briefly smelled a putrid odor that was like the one in the apartment — reminiscent of a dead animal. It lasted a second or two.
I was in the kitchen putting some dishes in the dishwasher. All of a sudden, a loud, knocking noise occurred directly underneath my feet. It sounded like, da, da, da, da. I felt it and heard it. I jumped up and looked under the cabinet, but nothing was out of place. The dishwashing soap, window cleaner and bleach were still upright. I went down in the basement and looked up to where I was standing. There were no pipes or anything else that could have caused that ruckus. My parents still worked, so I was home alone during the day. I called mom to see if anything like that ever happened to her; she said no. “I’m sure it’s nothing,” she replied. This reassured me a little.
The next morning, I was taking a shower. A heavy, gold-plated razor fell off the edge of the tub. I thought that was strange. Out of curiosity, I put direct water pressure on the razor. It didn’t budge.
I was halfway through curling my hair when I heard the vent above my head move by itself. It’s the kind where you move your thumb to adjust the flow. I heard it turn slowly, urrrrrh. A drop of dirty water fell to the floor. I felt an eerie feeling as if someone were staring at me. I hurried with my hair and ran out of the house to call mom. I explained to her what happened. She said, “Listen, even if it is him, you didn’t let him control you when he was here; don’t let him control you when he’s gone. Don’t pay any attention.”
I went on my trip to Madrid. One of the flight attendants I was flying with was getting married. She said she was in need of a wedding veil. I told her I had a veil I never used and asked if she would be interested in seeing it. To which she replied, “Absolutely.” When I returned home from my trip, I began to search for the veil. It was down in the basement (along with everything else that once belonged to Craig).
While looking for the veil, I found some old pictures of Craig and me on our honeymoon. I was thumbing through them when suddenly the light went out. It was now pitch black. I blindly felt around for the string that turned the light on. WhenI finally found it, I gave it a strong tug. As I pulled down on the string, the light came on. I found the veil and scurried upstairs as fast as I could. Being a logical person, I thought it didn’t make any sense. If the light was on and the bulb went off, when I pulled the string to turn it on, it should have clicked off first.
Mom and I were sitting in the living room having a conversation. It was supposed to be a private one. I told her there was a pilot who asked me out, but I wasn’t ready to date anyone. Suddenly, two loud knocks were heard on the window. The chance a bird could have struck the window two simultaneous times was pretty slim. We were on the second floor, so there was no way anyone could have been outside the window. Besides, the knocks sounded like they came from the inside. We looked at each other and shook our heads. If you let your imagination control you, fear will get the best of you. We continued on with our conversation and tried to ignore anything else.
At this point, I was a little afraid to go to bed at night. I always had the television on so I wouldn’t hear anything. Eventually, I would fall asleep then turn off the television somewhere in the middle of the night. One time, I did just that. I woke up from a deep sleep, turned off the TV, but this time I didn’t go
I continued working high time. That means you work your schedule plus you pick up other flight attendant’s trips they don’t want to fly. I was seldom home and was temporarily living at my parent’s house. I am guessing I was only there maybe five or six days a month.
Once, I walked in the kitchen and a gentle breeze touched my face. I didn’t think much of it. I briefly smelled a putrid odor that was like the one in the apartment — reminiscent of a dead animal. It lasted a second or two.
I was in the kitchen putting some dishes in the dishwasher. All of a sudden, a loud, knocking noise occurred directly underneath my feet. It sounded like, da, da, da, da. I felt it and heard it. I jumped up and looked under the cabinet, but nothing was out of place. The dishwashing soap, window cleaner and bleach were still upright. I went down in the basement and looked up to where I was standing. There were no pipes or anything else that could have caused that ruckus. My parents still worked, so I was home alone during the day. I called mom to see if anything like that ever happened to her; she said no. “I’m sure it’s nothing,” she replied. This reassured me a little.
The next morning, I was taking a shower. A heavy, gold-plated razor fell off the edge of the tub. I thought that was strange. Out of curiosity, I put direct water pressure on the razor. It didn’t budge.
I was halfway through curling my hair when I heard the vent above my head move by itself. It’s the kind where you move your thumb to adjust the flow. I heard it turn slowly, urrrrrh. A drop of dirty water fell to the floor. I felt an eerie feeling as if someone were staring at me. I hurried with my hair and ran out of the house to call mom. I explained to her what happened. She said, “Listen, even if it is him, you didn’t let him control you when he was here; don’t let him control you when he’s gone. Don’t pay any attention.”
I went on my trip to Madrid. One of the flight attendants I was flying with was getting married. She said she was in need of a wedding veil. I told her I had a veil I never used and asked if she would be interested in seeing it. To which she replied, “Absolutely.” When I returned home from my trip, I began to search for the veil. It was down in the basement (along with everything else that once belonged to Craig).
While looking for the veil, I found some old pictures of Craig and me on our honeymoon. I was thumbing through them when suddenly the light went out. It was now pitch black. I blindly felt around for the string that turned the light on. WhenI finally found it, I gave it a strong tug. As I pulled down on the string, the light came on. I found the veil and scurried upstairs as fast as I could. Being a logical person, I thought it didn’t make any sense. If the light was on and the bulb went off, when I pulled the string to turn it on, it should have clicked off first.
Mom and I were sitting in the living room having a conversation. It was supposed to be a private one. I told her there was a pilot who asked me out, but I wasn’t ready to date anyone. Suddenly, two loud knocks were heard on the window. The chance a bird could have struck the window two simultaneous times was pretty slim. We were on the second floor, so there was no way anyone could have been outside the window. Besides, the knocks sounded like they came from the inside. We looked at each other and shook our heads. If you let your imagination control you, fear will get the best of you. We continued on with our conversation and tried to ignore anything else.
At this point, I was a little afraid to go to bed at night. I always had the television on so I wouldn’t hear anything. Eventually, I would fall asleep then turn off the television somewhere in the middle of the night. One time, I did just that. I woke up from a deep sleep, turned off the TV, but this time I didn’t go
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