We live a very old house in an historic district in Northern Virginia’s Mosby country.
There is a window in the upper room that opens and closes itself on occasion, and without apparent regularity.
However, there are “repeaters” in the house.
Every morning at 9:15am, regular as clockwork, you can hear footsteps going up the staircase.
They don’t go all the way up, just a few steps and then stop.
But it happens every day.
And, every so often, you can see a ghostly figure moving through the dining room. Usually out of the corner of your eye. But if you look quick enough you can see the figure before it fades completely out.
There have been a couple of ghost hunts done in the house and visitations by a couple of psychics but we have never been able to “make contact” with whoever is still hanging around the property.
We are quite comfortable living with whoever it is. We don’t interfere with them and they don’t bother us, unduly.
Well, except on those very cold days when that damned window opens and the arctic blast drifts down the stairs.
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