The first house I lived in was haunted.
I was too young to know what ghosts were, but one day I saw an old woman standing in our kitchen facing the oven.
I assumed my mother had invited her in and I simply hadn’t heard the door.
I went into the kitchen to say hello to her. I got about half way to the oven when she turned around, scowled at me and said “No children in the kitchen!” In a very angry tone.
I ran screaming back to my mother. My mother was very freaked out because she couldn’t see anybody there.
She told my father about it and he said I was just hallucinating. I was very frustrated by this.
The old woman would show up from time to time and I had learned to just avoid the kitchen when she was around.
However, one day I really needed to pee and the only way to the bathroom was to walk through the kitchen…but she was there.
I decided I had had enough of being afraid in my own house and marched straight into the kitchen towards the mean old lady.
Again, she turned, scowled and said “no children in the kitchen!”
I screamed “I live here!”
She said “you little brat!” And raised her hand to hit me.
At that moment, our german shepherd landed in front of me and began viscously barking and snarling at her.
She looked back and forth between me and the dog with a stunned look on her face, then she huffed and angrily walked out of the kitchen towards where the laundry room was.
I hugged the dog and turned around to see my mother sitting on the couch pale, eyes wide and mouth open.
From that day on, the dog would block the kitchen doorway if the old woman was there. And he would growl when she moved.
My mother believed me, but now my father thought we were both crazy.
Until one night my father had gone to take a shower after work as he always did. The water stopped sooner and more violently than normal and he soon came running from the bathroom barely able to hold a towel.
He was pale, shaking and panting.
He said “I’m sorry, I’m sorry to both of you. We’re moving,”
As my father was finishing rinsing off, the old woman walked out of the shower wall, walked straight through him and then through the wall that led to the kitchen.
Even though he was soaking wet, all of the hair on his body was standing straight up.
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