A Spectre in Colorado Springs

    I've lived in Colorado Springs for over ten years, most of it in the same house. It was built around the turn of the century, and is a nice little neighborhood located near Downtown. And it is probably one of the most haunted places I have ever encountered (except my grandma's old house).
    The first night we moved in, our huge twenty gallon drum beat all on it's own in the middle of the night. During the next couple of months, things would dissapear, and then turn up in odd places. The television remote would appear on top of the fridge, or by the oven. Soap and shampoo would go missing, only to be found in dresser drawers.
    Constantly, throughout the twelve years that I lived there, I would always hear someone calling my name. Sometimes I heard the sound of a woman, softly humming a lullabye. One night it was so close, it was like I was sitting on her lap. Whisperings in the middle of the night, strange howlings. This ghost opperated, it seems, auditorally.
    I only saw it twice. My room was in the basement, and I was walking towards it, looking at the ground. I was thinking about something pretty irrelevent, and it took me a second to realize that I was seeing the bottom of a pair of legs walking in front of me. I clearly remember two old fashioned winged-tipped shoes (the black glossy shoes with a white patterned material tied to the top of it--check out some movies circa 1940, and pay attention to the men's feet!), grey pinstriped pants that were cuffed at the bottom. As I trailed my eyes up, the legs dissapeared.
    The second time, I got up in the middle of the night to use to restroom. The basement is usually dark, but there are enough windows around the ceiling that there's generally enough light to navigate by. IN my Dad's office, right beside the bathroom, I saw a distinct patch of shadow in the form of a man. It looked so solid I thought I could have touched it. My brother saw the same thing, he said, in the same room. He simply told it "no." and he said he's never seen it since.
    I think this one was an angry ghost, because for no reason at all, suddenly you would feel an overwhelming sense of suffocation. The only way I can think of to describe it is like how it would feel if a lightning storm were slowly gathering pressure inside of your house.
    I also think it was a sentient ghost. I love to watch anything about ghosts on television. Whenever a show would come on about hauntings, you could hear whispering, or you would feel like you're not alone in the room.
    I don't live there anymore, and good luck to whomever is living there now. My advice, just ignore it. It seems to get bored and go away. 

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