The White Ghostly Figure Floating Over!

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When I was younger my older brother and I used to fight over who spent the weekend at our grandmother's. We were supposed to take turns, but that never worked. This one particular weekend, we both got to stay there. Our grandmother and grandfather decided to try both of us at one time, they weren't sure that would work or not. For the most part it did work out, however since both of us were there, we decided to see what we could get into or what we could do to have some fun.

Our grandparents lived on a short road at the very end of the road. However, there was a short dirt road past their house, and at the end there was an old broken down house. We decided to go down there exploring to find what ever it was we could find. The house appeared to be falling down, and we should have been worried that we may fall through the floors, but we were just kids. The picture above is really a good replicate of what the house looked like to us.

This inside of the house kind of looked like this picture, as it hadn't been lived in for a very long time. My brother and I walked around inspecting everything there. Being kids, it was it was quite an exciting find....all the old things sitting around. We decided to split up, and check out the different rooms. So my brother went to one room, and I went to the another room. I was looking through an old desk, and found some old papers, a newspaper, and some other stuff.

We had left early in the afternoon, but it was started to get later, and the sun had started to go down. All of a sudden, my brother let out this blood curdling scream, and went running to where he was. His foot had gone through the floor, and he was stuck, however, he seemed so scared, and told me he had seen something. He could hardly talk, and I really didn't believe him at all....He was always pulling stuff on me. He told me about a ghostly white figure that was moving through the room like she was floating across it. While he was talking a mile a minute, I was trying to help him pull his foot out of the floor. His face was as white as a sheet, but I just thought that was because he got his foot caught.
The room that he was in, seemed to be an old living room, or parlor, it was hard to tell. I looked around, and noticed a mirror on the wall. It was quite old, and had some cracks in it, but what really frightened the living crap out of me, as I looked at it, I swear I saw a man's face starring at me. As I moved around a bit, his eyes seem to follow me, and I was terrified, and wanted out. But my brother's foot was still stuck in the floor, so I needed to help him, and it was getting darker outside. Our grandparents by this time were probably wondering where we were. I tried not to look at the mirror at all, to get my brother's foot out. Then over my head, was the ghostly white figure of a woman, that my brother said he saw. She was just floating above me, like she was wondering what I was doing. I wanted to run!! But I couldn't leave my brother. My brother was just wiggling trying to get his foot out, and sitting there as white as a sheet, and he started whimpering.
This figure was of a woman, and in her hand she was holding what looked like some dead flowers. She was wearing a white gown, and her face was wrinkled with furrows. She appeared extremely sad. She appeared to be wanting to make sounds, or was trying to make sounds. I was terrified! I started to hear the shattering of glass from another room, and began really pulling on my brother's foot. I wanted out!! Finally, his foot came loose, and I asked him if he could run. Before I almost got the words out of my mouth, he was up and running through the house towards the door.
We both ran down the dirt road towards our grandparents house, and finally made it. As we ran into the house, they both were asking where we were, and we were telling them what happened, however, of course, they didn't believe a word of it. We were just a couple of kids trying not to get into trouble for being gone so long. That was the last time that both of us got to stay at our grandparents together over the weekend. After that, we had to take turns on the weekends. Neither one of us never set foot in that house ever again. I think later, someone bought the land, and tore it down.

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