My dad's house is kinda creepy. My sister (whos 30, and owns the house now) has always told this story about how when she was about 8-10 years old that almost every night she'd see a man walk up and down the hallway for hours. She said he'd walk with a limp and sometimes he'd stop and peak into her room. Heres where the story gets a little weird... She claims the man wore a cowboy hat, had a long beard, and had sun glasses on (kinda silly, right? maybe the guy liked ZZ-Top). Well, the street she lives on has about 4 houses all built by the same man (the street is even named after his daughter) and he lived in our house. He also died in our house.
After years and years of us cracking on her for being nutty, she actually began trying to find info about the guy who built the house. If she gets ahold of a family member and finds a picture of this guy and he looks like she says, I'll be pretty damn freaked out. Until then its just a silly story that gets my sister all freaked out.
hahaha just as I'm writing this, thinking about her weird story, I'm sitting in a dead-quiet dark room and the damn cat pushes the door open and it creeks real loud, making me jump like a little bitch.
