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