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Originally written by Jody.
I am so glad to have found a website that shares my fascination with the paranormal. Writing these stories down has gotten me a little worked up, and I am flooded with memories, and feelings. I am getting a chill right now. I would like to share with you one more story today, but rest assured that I have more if you wish to hear them. My husband and I started looking for a house a year before we got married.
We wanted to live somewhat rurally, but still be within commute distance to Dallas. While browsing on-line listings in the area, I saw a gorgeous two story, with columns and a wrap around porch and balcony that I fell in love with from the picture. We made an appointment to see the house. We met the agent out front of the house, when I noticed that the house seemed darker than in the picture. We talked a bit outside about the structure and work that had been done to it.
Then we talked about the history of the house. She was not evasive of my questions, but just seemed to not know why the house had been empty for 6 years, who had lived there before, and why it was now for sale. We proceeded inside, and took the grand tour. I did not immediately have any reaction to the house. We toured the first floor and proceeded upstairs.
On the third floor from the top of the staircase, I got the insane feeling that I was going to fall, and grabbed the railing. I felt a cold brush against my shoulder at the same time. Unphased and assuming it was in my head, I toured upstairs without incident. When I went to go back down, again on the third stair from the top, I encountered the ghost. This time, it felt as though someone was grabbing my elbow, and attempting to throw me down the stairs.
I held steadfast to the rail, and quickly descended. The real estate broker, nor my husband mentioned anything, so I kept my own mouth shut. Karl, my husband (fiancé at the time) liked the house, and we talked about what we liked or disliked all the way home. I told him about my staircase incident, and he brushed it off as my imagination. He scheduled a second visit, and again, when ascending and descending the stairs, I felt as though I was grabbed and being pushed to fall. This time, Karl witnessed my face go a little pale, and me grab the railing, and he also experienced a cold spot. Needless to say, we definitely did not buy the house.
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