For years, ever since I was young, something wasn't right. It felt as if there was always something following me, something that wouldn't stop staring at me, something that wanted me to just...go away. There were signs of it no matter where I went and the stories start way before I even remember even before I was born.
When my father was younger, he used to live in "The Old Blue House" on North Street in Edmeston, NY with his family. My grandmother, grandfather, and four brothers. They all had their own kind of experience, but for now, I will just do what my father has experienced.
My dad experienced things that no one would want to experience. The first being a woman who was grey.
One night, while laying in bed my dad woke with the sound of someone walking up and down the hallway early one morning even before his mother woke up at 3 AM for work. So there he lays in bed with the door cracked open just enough that he can see the shadow passing by as it walks, but never once was a foot, head, body seen. Only a shadow. Then, it stopped. He took a deep breath in knowing that it was right in front of his bedroom door. He pulled the covers over his head for a brief moment and all you could hear was the slow creaking of his bedroom door opening. He quickly peeked out from under the covers and the door was open, but nothing was there. However, one thing he did notice it had suddenly become colder, much too cold for the fall months. Also, the room seemed darker than the hallway which should not have been as all the curtains were opened in the 4 window bedroom. Thinking not too much of it, he starts slowly falling back to sleep. Suddenly a cold breeze spreads across the bed as if a window had been opened. He wakes up and sees a grey lady figure standing at the end of his bed. He can't breathe, he can't speak, he can't move, he couldn't do anything except wait. As he lays in bed this grey woman slowly makes her way from the end of his bed around to the side in which my father was sleeping. What seemed like a lifetime was only about 5 to 10 minutes until the grey woman left. After that day, for almost 4 to 6 months my father slept on the couch to avoid any kind of contact with the spirit again.
Many years later, I had an experience of my own. I was maybe 7 or 8 years old at the time of my encounter with the "Grey Lady" and this time I was not alone. My cousins Lauren, Joey, and Isaac came and spent the night with us for a few nights. So, while we were running around trying to get our cousins set into the extra rooms we had in the house, I was with my cousin Lauren running up the stairs to play. All of a sudden, a burst of cold air hit us as we ran up the stairs. I had chills as did my cousin Lauren. Mind you, when you get to the top of the stairs to the right you have my brothers room on the left side of the hallway, my parents on the right, and my room straight at the end. Then on the left side at the top of the stairs, you have two spare rooms to the right and a bathroom and another spare room to the left. We looked down to the left part of the highway and there was something toward the end at the last spare room. We moved a little closer and it seemed to get colder and then a grey figure appeared from a spare room and we ran down the stairs and Lauren spent the remainder of her stay in my bedroom.
These are just two stories about one encounter with one entity, but this isn't the end of the Stories of "The Old Blue House".
