Oh, I've always wanted to go into a haunted house.....I mean a real place suspected of being haunted.
I'd probably end up running from the place, crying!
That's exactly what did happen to me, Chuck. I grew-up in a beachside suburb of Sydney. Most of the homes were modest bungalows. On a hill nearby, however, stood a large, imposing, two-storey Italianate house, similar to those in Pollyanna and The Addams Family. The house was surrounded by a brambly, overgrown rose garden. A reclusive old lady lived there alone. Because she was so reclusive and was hardly ever seen, the neighbourhood children fantasized about her being a witch or, even worse, that she'd died in the house and somehow turned into a ghost. One day, one of my playmates dared us to investigate the possibility of there really being a ghost in the house. We crept into the garden and, I'm ashamed to admit, found an open downstairs window, and slid inside. We weren't naughty children - just curious. Certainly, we weren't there to rob or vandalise. And I don't think the thought that we may have distressed the old lady even entered our tiny heads (there were 3 of us, all under 10yo). We were intent on finding ghosts! I still remember what happened to this very day. I can still see the darkened, heavily draped interior, even though it was a bright, sunny day outside (I remember that too, because I recall the scent of the roses in the sun - something exotic and different for me, because we didn't have roses in our garden). But I digress. We didn't get but two paces inside, when there came a noise from upstairs of someone moving about. Well, you've never seen 3 kids move so fast in your life. We all tried to get out that window at the same time and hit the ground running. I'd never run that fast in my life. And that old cliche about being pursued by the boogie man while running in slow motion seemed to be exactly what happened to me that day. I couldn't run fast enough. Though I wasn't crying, my heart was beating like a steam train.
I walked through my old childhood neighbourhood just last weekend. The grand old house is now gone, replaced by a stylish apartment block with ocean views.
Funny how some things remain indelibly etched on one's conscience.
No more haunted houses for me!