I'd like to start this entry by stating again for the record: That I'm no writer.
These entries are likely to be garbled, too drawn out and will never see a thesaurus.
That being said, let us begin, shall we?
Ever since I was born I have heard about ghostly/spiritual events from my family and friends. These stories are of close relation, normally including me being/sleeping in the same house at the same time of the event.
This particular story starts out in what I'll call "The Old House". The one my mother, to this day, complains to me that it would have been a lovely house if my "aunt had never played with a ouija board in it".
She's never thought that maybe she played with the ouija board because it was a hotspot for spirits, though. And the older I get the more that makes sense.
Most of the stories I write here from my mother are ones that she has recalled over and over with me. And she's definitely had a few to tell.
My mother told me that she had invited a couple friends to stay the night over at "The Old House" when she was younger.
She told me that in the middle of the night they just got up and left.
When asked why they reported that in a very specific spot inside of the house they could hear the ringing of bells.
When they spoke to eachother the bells would stop, however when they were quiet the bells would resume and no matter where they looked they couldn't understand/find where the bells were.
They never came back to the house.