The following is a former winner of the Amazing but Incredibly True Story Contest.
Copyright Muse Enterprises for the author, 1997
In 1974 my new husband and I were living with my mother. We had not lived there long, so I was not accustomed to the house. One night my mother had already retired and my husband and I went to bed. Our bedroom was situated between the living room and a back porch. From our bed you could look right through the doorway into the bathroom. My mother's room was beside the bathroom and out of our line of vision.
My husband had fallen asleep, and I was just lying in bed when I heard a peculiar noise that sounded like water dripping from above and dropping onto the floor. It was emanating from the living room which was carpeted. It was not raining so it could not be a leak in the ceiling.
I was not particularly alarmed, but kept listening, trying to figure out what the sound was. Soon afterward I heard footsteps approaching from the living room. They were weighty and I could hear them plainly on the floor of the old house. I knew it was not my mother, as the bathroom light was on and I would have had a plain view of her if she had left her room. She also would have had to pass through our bedroom to get to the living room and she had not.
To my horror, the footsteps walked out of the living room and right past the bottom of our bed! The light from the bathroom was shining into our room, so I was sure there was no body attached to the footsteps! Strangely enough, I was raised a Spiritualist and have always been interested in such things. This was the first time I had experienced anything though, and I was terrified!
I threw the covers over my head and attempted to wake up my husband who just kept on sleeping soundly. The footsteps continued past the bed and onto the back porch. At this time they turned to the left and entered the kitchen. I could tell the difference in the sound as the kitchen was not carpeted. Then I heard the water tap turn on and the sound of running water flowing into a glass. I could actually hear the glass filling up!
Next, I heard a couple more steps and the sound of a chair being pulled out at the kitchen table and the sound of the glass being set down. I heard nothing else after this and somehow I finally fell asleep. I never felt anything threatening from the presence, but it did terrify me. My mother told me later that she had moved in quite soon after the old gentleman who used to live there had died. I can only assume it was him having a nightly drink of water. I do not know what the sound of the water dripping on the carpet could have been however.
I have not experienced anything since then, but considering my reaction, that is probably a good thing!
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