Ghostly Premonitions
I was not alone...
Of course I wasn't alone, I was in the company of people I once trusted.
We were all in a large and darkened house in the dead of night, and the mood was fine, until random creepy events began to take place all around us.
At first they were just little things, and we joked around that it might just be ghosts or things that go bump in the night... but then there was someone suddenly present in the house that previously was not there, and none of us knew who it was. The next moment the mystery person was gone.
I was talking to someone alone in the dining room, myself standing at the foot of the table and my acquaintance on the left side. Some of my personal effects were in a bag on the table next to a small candelabra and a blue vase, and they suddenly began to move on their own, sliding a little bit, as anything might do on a ship in rough seas.
The cobalt blue glass vase slid off the table with such force that it hit the dining room wall with enough force to bounce back towards the side of the table, landing unbroken on the hardwood floor and stopping. I had tried to catch it before it flew off the table, but I picked it up from the floor and set it back down next to the lit candles which provided the only light in the room.
I looked back up at the other person to see their reaction; they were staring wide eyed and pointing over my shoulder. I turned my head to the right, and just behind me were two bluish gray figures who faded away right after I looked at them. They had appeared to be a mother and daughter and were not looking at me, but towards the centerpiece of the table.
Needless to say, it was still a disturbing sight to behold, and I felt like I should leave as soon as the ghosts allow me to.
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The next night after this dream I found myself at the Afton Historical Society Museum. I was in the basement workshop talking to my dad, and suddenly came to a terrifying realization. The workshop had almost the exact same shape and layout as the dining room in my dream the night before, with a long table in the center. I was standing at the far end of the table and my dad was on the left side. I had only been in that room once ever in my life, and that was a long time ago, and only during the daytime did I come to know that I would be going to the museum that night, which is already haunted by the ghost of Sarah Boxell, because her gravestone is in a dark corner of the basement and her ghost was once seen sitting on her stone, wearing a white dress common in the 1850s.
Of course I wasn't alone, I was in the company of people I once trusted.
We were all in a large and darkened house in the dead of night, and the mood was fine, until random creepy events began to take place all around us.
At first they were just little things, and we joked around that it might just be ghosts or things that go bump in the night... but then there was someone suddenly present in the house that previously was not there, and none of us knew who it was. The next moment the mystery person was gone.
I was talking to someone alone in the dining room, myself standing at the foot of the table and my acquaintance on the left side. Some of my personal effects were in a bag on the table next to a small candelabra and a blue vase, and they suddenly began to move on their own, sliding a little bit, as anything might do on a ship in rough seas.
The cobalt blue glass vase slid off the table with such force that it hit the dining room wall with enough force to bounce back towards the side of the table, landing unbroken on the hardwood floor and stopping. I had tried to catch it before it flew off the table, but I picked it up from the floor and set it back down next to the lit candles which provided the only light in the room.
I looked back up at the other person to see their reaction; they were staring wide eyed and pointing over my shoulder. I turned my head to the right, and just behind me were two bluish gray figures who faded away right after I looked at them. They had appeared to be a mother and daughter and were not looking at me, but towards the centerpiece of the table.
Needless to say, it was still a disturbing sight to behold, and I felt like I should leave as soon as the ghosts allow me to.
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The next night after this dream I found myself at the Afton Historical Society Museum. I was in the basement workshop talking to my dad, and suddenly came to a terrifying realization. The workshop had almost the exact same shape and layout as the dining room in my dream the night before, with a long table in the center. I was standing at the far end of the table and my dad was on the left side. I had only been in that room once ever in my life, and that was a long time ago, and only during the daytime did I come to know that I would be going to the museum that night, which is already haunted by the ghost of Sarah Boxell, because her gravestone is in a dark corner of the basement and her ghost was once seen sitting on her stone, wearing a white dress common in the 1850s.
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