When my mother was a teenager, she lived in a haunted house. What is unusual about this is she never talked
about it. She did tell me a story about an encounter with a ghost, but it didn’t
occur in her home.
A few houses down from her home lived a family with two daughters. The younger of the two girls went to bed
complaining of a terrible headache.
The family discovered this
little girl had died during the night. It was determined she had an aneurysm.
Overwhelmed with grief, this
family left town for a while after the funeral. They asked my uncle to take
care of their pets.
My mother and father were
dating at the time, and they asked to go along. My mother really wanted to play
the family’s grand piano.
As the trio entered the house,
the two men went to the basement to feed the pets, my mother headed straight
for the piano. As she played, she felt something brush her ankles. She continued
to play thinking one of the cats must have escaped.
A few moments later, she felt
the soft brushes again. She looked under the piano but saw nothing. As she
started to play again, she felt two small hands grab each leg tightly.
She got up and ran to the basement
door. The two men responded quickly to her panicked call. When they arrived at
the top of the stairs, she described what had happened.
Her uncle turned white. He
told her a story the neighbor had told him at the funeral. The deceased
daughter always played a game with her father as he played the piano.
She would crawl under the piano and grab his ankles and then push his feet up and down on the pedals.
She would crawl under the piano and grab his ankles and then push his feet up and down on the pedals.
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