More on my friend’s haunted house.

I went over again this summer for more scrap. She also wanted to show me how they finished her other daughter’s upstairs bathroom with a hot tub. (SMH)

We start up the stairs and that ghost dude is again standing at the top of the stairs, but he’s not menacing, just watching me.

Her daughter’s room is right at the top of the stairs off the second floor landing on the left. The second floor bathroom is to the right down the hall .

We go in, look at this gorgeous bathroom and come out to the second floor landing. The ghost is standing right next to me, and I can feel the bastard literally breathing on my neck.

My friend is talking about the crown molding in the hallway and I stop her to ask about that bastard driving me nuts hovering over me. If you’ve ever felt a ghost who doesn’t want you around, you know how frightening it can be.

What it felt like - a cold, wet heavy blanket hovering all around you, enclosing you. I could see and hear fine (except for that ringing I get from haints when they’re around). It’s an oppressive feeling, like something is pressing on you, but you can’t feel it except as pressure.

I don’t want to scare her and say, “did you this place is haunted AF and there’s some asshole ghost standing right to my right breathing on my neck?” So I dance around and ask if she’s out any sort of blessing or hoodoo or other sort of thing on the house to protect it?

Right as I was asking her, I noticed that her other daughter was standing at the bottom of the stairs listening to this conversation. She turns white, screams, “ITS THE GHOST!!!!” And runs off.

I’m horrified and turn to my friend. “I didn’t say that!” I told her. She looks at me, laughs, and says, “yeah, I know the ghosts. There are three of them.”

Good. She knows. I ask her to tell the dude breathing down my neck to back the fuck off and he does.

We have an interesting discussion about her ghosts. I only felt two men but she says there’s also a lady who comes around. She’s seen the lady and the two men.

Her daughter came back and was listening to the conversation, freaking out. I told her that the one dude at the top of the stairs is VERY protective of her and her sister. He guards them like a pit bull. She didn’t find that comforting. Ghosts are scary to her.

My friend said one of them is (or was) a butler, as he knocks on the wall to let her know when someone is approaching the house and she’s alone. Which is helpful.

I know it’s not really “scary”, but it IS a ghost story. They’re not always lurking around to terrify. Sometimes, they’re just lonely or helpful. They get attached to places. Just like us.

My house was haunted, too, but he wasn’t scary, either, and I liked him. He’s moved on, but he was a big help when I first moved in.