This one we can thank Larry in Idaho for. I hear a lot of stories about spirits in attics and basements. I have two theory's on this. Bad things happened in these spaces. Remember how retarded or abnormal children used to be treated or simply spirits aren't comfortable with what goes on on the occupied floors. Here's Larry's story.
I was a kid at about the age of 10 my family was living in the attic apartment of a very old house in Elizabeth NJ in an old neighborhood. Old enough the house was spooky looking.
It was a hot summer day and I was playing out in the street with friends and got thirsty so ran up into the apartment to get a drink. No one was home. Now being a cool kid at the time I carried a comb in my back pocket.
I got a glass and went over to the sink and filled the glass with water. As I was standing there head back drinking the water my comb fell out of my pocket. I reached down to the floor, picked up the comb, shoved it back in my pocket and started drinking again. My comb then fell out of my pocket again. I reached down again, picked up the comb and put it back in my pocket. I started drinking my water again when my comb again fell out of my pocket a third time and landed on the floor next to me. I remember vividly looking down at my comb and kind of waving my hand at it like, I'll get to you later. Just when I started drinking water again out of the corner of my eye I see my comb floating up next to me at eye level and gently laying itself down on the washing machine next to the sink. I think my hair stood straight up at that point and I grabbed the comb and ran the hell out of there as fast as I could. We only lived in that place for about a year and I'm sure I never let myself be alone in there again. True story I kid you not. Ever since then yes I do believe in spirits. At least this one had a sense of humor.
I was a kid at about the age of 10 my family was living in the attic apartment of a very old house in Elizabeth NJ in an old neighborhood. Old enough the house was spooky looking.
It was a hot summer day and I was playing out in the street with friends and got thirsty so ran up into the apartment to get a drink. No one was home. Now being a cool kid at the time I carried a comb in my back pocket.
I got a glass and went over to the sink and filled the glass with water. As I was standing there head back drinking the water my comb fell out of my pocket. I reached down to the floor, picked up the comb, shoved it back in my pocket and started drinking again. My comb then fell out of my pocket again. I reached down again, picked up the comb and put it back in my pocket. I started drinking my water again when my comb again fell out of my pocket a third time and landed on the floor next to me. I remember vividly looking down at my comb and kind of waving my hand at it like, I'll get to you later. Just when I started drinking water again out of the corner of my eye I see my comb floating up next to me at eye level and gently laying itself down on the washing machine next to the sink. I think my hair stood straight up at that point and I grabbed the comb and ran the hell out of there as fast as I could. We only lived in that place for about a year and I'm sure I never let myself be alone in there again. True story I kid you not. Ever since then yes I do believe in spirits. At least this one had a sense of humor.
