How I became interested in the paranormal.

It was a corner house and there was no way he could avoid going past it. He was afraid there might be something behind the hedges that he couldn’t see; that the Frankenstein monster would reach over the leaves and branches and carry him off. He hemmed and hawed a while, trying to avoid the house while getting up the courage to walk past it. He didn’t want to get into trouble for being late so he finally scrounged up the courage to do it. He took a deep breath and high-tailed it across the sidewalk so fast, he said, that his feet barely had time to touch the ground.


That time I knew my house was haunted

I glanced in the mirror and instead of my own body, I saw the body of a tiny, thin, old woman with wispy white hair. I was startled and grabbed the side of the wall to balance myself. When I looked again, I saw myself in the mirror.