The Haunted House

For me, most paranormal phenomena can be, or will someday be, explained by science, and I'm extremely sceptical when it comes to ghosts. When people report a haunting, I think they probably experienced a form of hallucination or a hoax. Having said that, when I was about 13 years old, my brother, my mother, and I went to stay with my aunt Christine. Her family lives in a huge country mansion that they bought very cheaply after it had been abandoned for many years. At the time, they lived in one wing of the house and guests stayed in the opposite wing. In between the wings was the middle part of the house, which was just room after dusty room, filled with odd things that my uncle had brought home, like old pianos, broken statues, and rusty clocks. You could explore for the whole day and not bump into anyone else, apart from the occasional peacock that had jumped in through an open window, or a rat that my cousins had tamed. Anyway, the room where I was staying was at the end of a long corridor, and I have to admit that I did feel the atmosphere was a bit spooky. The floors creaked and there was a rocking chair in the room which you always see in horror films! But one night, I suddenly woke up and opened my eyes, thinking my brother had come into the room and was sitting on my legs. I could feel an incredible weight on both of them, but the room was filled with moonlight and I could see nobody was there. I was petrified and just closed my eyes tight and waited for what seemed like an eternity before I felt the weight lift. In the morning, I told my brother, who thought it was absolutely hilarious. My aunt's brother, however, who happened to be visiting, thought differently. He had had exactly the same experience in the same room, and was also at a loss to explain whal had really happened. I know it's not rational, but nothing could persuade me to sleep there again!

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