(Sorry for the delay, I've been real busy. For this story, Andanzas
gave me the idea to write it. Original post for this giveaway is here
.) PART 1 / 2
This is a ghost story, a real one that happened to me and many others. But first I have to say, I don't believe in ghosts, I have always been more like an investigator, I need to know the things behind everything and I think there's always an explication for almost everything. But this event was just too weird... ^_^
I can't remember exactly when this happened, but I think it was when I had 11 years old or in the earliest 90s. During a summer and when my family was on vacation, there was this plan of a family reunion (from my father's family side) in Purén, a little town located to the south of Chile where my father and all his brothers and sisters were born and raised (they are/were 10). By that time my family were living in Vallenar, a city in the north of Chile where I was born and raised, so to get to Purén we had to travel over 1300 KM... Because this trip was going to be very long, we have to leave my beloved cat (and friend) "Remington" to the person who was going to take care of our house in Vallenar for a month or so.
After the very long trip we finally got there and it felt like travelling through time: It was my first time in Purén and it was a really small town, with old houses with humble and good people, in the middle of just a green land... and there it was, the old house where my father was born. It looked small from the front, the part that connected with the "main street" of the city, but from the other side you could see that it was just the second floor, and after a long staircase, it had a very large green field, and in the middle, a big cheery tree, which I still have some very good memories of it...
After taking care of the car where we made that trip, I finally met my father's family members, or at least the ones that were still alive... Some of them I already knew, but here they were, with all their children I have never met before and because everyone were Italians and half-Italians, you can imagine the picture... it was exactly like in the movies: all laughing, cheering, joking, screaming, hugging, like noise Italians... I think they were more than 30 people, and I was like (O_O)!
The house, although old, it was very fresh, cold, big and strong, with many rooms and a big basement, who was essentially almost the first floor of the house. I think this is when I first smelt "old" in the air, and also, here is when I found out that this was the house were my father's mother (or better said, my grandmother) died, when he was 12. His father (my grandfather) was dead too, long ago, so I never met them.
Because there were so many people in the house, they organized all the rooms with the people who would sleep there. My room was where all the minors would sleep (yeah, I was one of them... :P ) and we were 4 kids, including my sister. It was the room to the right, from the main entrance of the house that connected to the main street. With us was my mother too, I don't why, but I guess because she had patience enough to handle us all... :P , or because she was too cool, you could even play videogames with her... :)
The room to the left, (the one in front of us) was for the older kids. I don't know how the rest of the rooms were distributed, to couples I guess.
Anyway, here is the good part of the story, the first day, after the very long and tiring day and after everybody ate, we were dispatched to our rooms, but before that, my uncle (the one in charge of the house) said: "By the way, you kids don't worry if you hear odd sounds or something like that in the night, it's just because the house is old, and old houses make weird sounds... Don't pay attention to them". By that time, I thought: "What the hell is he talking about...?" (-_-)
Nobody paid much attention to those words, and me, the others kids and my mom, after a while playing cards, went to bed and turned off the lights. I remember I was alone in my bed next to a front window, and at my side, was my mom sharing a bed with my sister. It was almost midnight and I was tired, so I was trying to sleep, and while I had my eyes closed I could clearly hear that the others were still talking and joking lightly when I started to hear a very low sound, like steps that were coming from the center of the house. I didn't pay much attention, and the others were still talking. Then, the steps started to sound louder and louder very slowly, that's when I opened my eyes because I notice something very weird with those steps: Every step sounded with an echo... and you could hear one per second, very slowly and heavy. I remember when my mom who was talking with my cousin (a girl older than me) said "Ssh..." and my sister said "What's that?". For that moment I didn't say anything, because I was intrigued by that kind of sound from each step.
Somebody said "It's getting closer..." and my cousin said "It's coming from the hallway?". I thought that it could be my uncle or someone else, but that sound... All the lights of the house were off, you could barely see, and the only light was from the stars and the moon through the window to my side. Some of the kids hid under the sheets, but -typical of me- I got off my bed and slowly went to the door. I was hoping to open it and see who was walking there when somebody said "Don't open it!". That's when another sound started, like someone passing his/her hand over the wall while walking slowly. For a moment, I froze while thinking "What the hell is that?!". After some 10 seconds later the sounds stopped and I slowly started to approach the door. I wanted to put my ear on the door to hear better what was going on in that hallway, when the sounds started all over again, like someone slowly turning. I could clearly hear through the wood those sounds and the echoes and I was literally "sweating cold". Slowly I got away of the door, while the sound started to sound less and less louder, and going away to the center of the house (where the eating hall was), until it faded away completly.
For a minute nobody spoke a word. Some were still hiding under the sheets and I was the only one standing... or better said, "paralyzed and cold" in my place. After a while, all started to say: "What was that?!" "Get away from that door!" and "What were you thinking...?!". I didn't say anything. All I can remember after that, is that I went to my bed, I covered myself completly with the sheets and started to think in good things (my cat, videogames, candies...) to sleep fast.