Professor K and the Haunted House

Do you believe in ghosts? I know I do. In fact, there are some days when I feel like there is a ghost in this apartment. That feeling you get when the hair on the back of your neck stands up, goosebumps along your arms and shoulders, the chill down your back, a slight dizziness...

One night Chillier woke up to find Bailey was not on the bed. Thinking Bailey was standing by the door, waiting to be let out, Chillier got out of bed to find her. She found Bailey and Hunter in our dining room, both sitting in the same direction and looking at the same corner - as if someone was in that corner. Chillier does not believe in ghosts, but she acknowledges what she saw was strange. The dining room is the only room in our apartment where I've gotten these strange feelings since we moved here. Coincidence? I'm just happy it doesn't happen all the time.

I have a re-occuring dream, one of three, where I'm staying in an old green house. The basement level is the same as my old house in Webster MA where I grew up. The first floor is new to me. I've never seen the layout in any other house. The second floor is also the same as the house in Webster, but with one difference: My sister's room. It is always locked and there is a stairway to the attic that was never there before. At the top of the stairs is another shut door. This door never locks.

I knew when I moved in that there was an old woman who died in this house in the early 1900's. In my dream she was always mean and tempered. When I first started having this dream I knew that if I had touched the locked door to my sister's room, the door to the attic would swing open and my sister's door would open - revealing a room of green fog and a ghostly rotting figure of the old woman herself. This is when I would wake up. As my re-occuring dreams continued I had learned to stay on the first floor of this house and never venture to the second floor, but when I would look up the stairway to that second floor I would hear the attic door swing open. When my sister's door opens, the green fog pours out across the second floor and down the stairs. I see her staring coldly at me from the second floor with her cold, dark eyes. The mirrors crack and the pictures fall from the walls - I wake up. In my most recent dreams I stay in the basement where I once felt safe, but now all I have to do is think about the old woman and the basement lights dim. The room gets cold, the basement door opens and the green fog illuminates the stairs. I don't see the old woman in the basement, but she's in my head and I can feel her cold eyes looking down on me - I wake up.