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As a child I had run-ins with what I could only call "Ghost." When I was about 5 years old I had to share a room with my older sister who was about 7. One night we both woke up at the same time to find what looked like nothing more than just the outlines of 6 heads floating at the bottom of our bed.

Both my sister and I saw them and could not move for at least 5 to 10 minutes. I finally got up the nerve to turn on the light in the room and they were gone. After that I did not see them for over two years.

When I was about 7 or 8 years old, I again woke up and was able to look out into the upstairs hall and again could see the 6 heads, but this time they seemed to be attached to small bodies. With them was a larger body that was easy to see and he was dressed in a style of the 1800's. He walked down the steps from my third floor and started to walk into the room I was in at that time. With that I covered my head and did not move until the morning.

Now when I was around 10 my older sister was having sleepover with a group of her friends. They made a Ouija board out of the dining room table and the letters from a Scrabble game with a glass as the marker. They were asking all the questions that young girls would ask and it did seem that they were getting answers. I was watching to see if I could see any of them doing anything and I could not see anything being done.

After a while one of the girls said that she wanted to ask about ghosts and if there were any there. She got an answer of "yes." She then asked if it was friendly. For about a minute nothing happened. The girls got tired of keeping their hands on the glass and started to remove them. When the last girl took her hand off the glass, the glass sat there for a second of two and then it took off and flew off the table and crashed, breaking on the floor. When my mother saw this, she scooped up the Scrabble pieces and told them never to do that again.

I never saw or heard them again, but when I was an adult I decided to look up the history of the area of New York City that I lived in. I found a story from the 1830's about a family that lived on the land around where my house was. A father whose wife had left him with 6 children went crazy and axed the children to death. True Story.