Don't get me wrong. I go to this place all the time. I love it. But I had never been at night, so I figured, HEY! This might be pretty cool. I might get the shit scared out of me, but oh well! I love this place! Of course, it involved driving for about two hours to get there, but that's okay. We can overlook that.

So Jessica, me, and Ashley (our friend from Las Vegas) set out about 5:45 from "the most haunetd city in america" to go visit "the most haunted house in America." Ironic, eh?

So here's the deal. We got there and were on the very last tour of the night. I had only been on "historical tours" during the day, but the tours conducted at night are "mystery tours." Wooo.

We are ushered inside the house and are told to look around while some of the overnight guests make their way downstairs (it's also a bed and breakfast, although I recommend the squeamish need not inquire) so we were told to just look around on the first floor.

Me and Ashley walked into the dining room (where at least two murders took place) and we noticed this beautiful arrangement of roses.

"Oh what pretty roses," she said.

"Yeah," I replied. "they smell so good!"

And we left to go to the sitting room, on the other end of the entrance hall. The sitting room has this chandalier that has cherubs on it looking over their shoulders to the four corners of the room. A former owner, Mrs. Stirling, put it there because she thought evil would dwell in the four corners of the room. Stupid fucking cherubs freak me out.

So we are given a brief history of the house and told some of the weird shit that's happened to our tour guide, Melody. (Who I believed is featured on a website, www.ghosthunter.com or something. I'm not exactly sure of the name.) Things like a lady in whtie who walks up and down the stairs, or a lady dressed in black who walks all around the house and even outside, scaring away even the chief of police (my friend's step-dad, lol). The ghost of two poisoned children seem to be some of the most present in the house.

There is a huge mirror in the front hallway that has several visible handprints on it. They change the glass in the mirror every three years, but the handprints always come back. That's the only thing in the house you are allowed to take pictures of, since almost always something "else" shows up.

So, into the dining room we go, with all the roses.

"Do you smell the roses?" Melody asks. "Does anyone smell them?"

"Yeah, we do. They smell so good." Ashley and I said.

"They're fake," Melody replied.

WHAT THE FUCK?!?

"Occasionally, people will pick up strong scents in this room. Either roses, cigar smoke, or a type of lavender perfume. Now, about this room, it was designed....."

And she proceeded to give some history about the room, in the middle of which I felt a big woosh of lavender pass by me and it made me extremely dizzy.

"Is anything wrong?" Melody asked.

"No," I lied.

So the next room we went into was the ladies' parlor. The dining room had been quite warm, but the parlor was easil 10 to 15 degrees colder. The second I stepped in I got scared. I walked across the room in front of the mantle. before Melody began talking, I just started to look around the room, including behind me at the mantle.

That was when I saw a giant candelabra with about four candles on it. I looked back for only about two seconds, but I saw the candles begin to levitate. All four of them. I couldn't look away after that. They were right behind me. Melody saw them to.

"Don't move," she said.

So I was paralyzed. It felt like I was standing there forever, waiting for those stupid fucking candles to do something. They must have hovered above my head for about only five seconds I guess. After that, they just all fell on the ground.

Melody immediatly came and picked them up and put them back in the candelabra.

"Tell them something," she said.

LIKE WHAT, YOU STUPID FUCKING GHOST-HUNTER? YEAH, HI SPIRITS, WHY DON'T YOU JUST FOLLOW ME HOME AND LIVE IN MY HOUSE! THANKS FOR THE LAVENDER PERFUME! IT SMELLS LIKE SHIT, ACTUALLY! AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT THOSE CHERUBS, MAN, THEY'RE FUCKING SCARY!

"......" I said very intelligently.

"Wait," Melody said. "Take off your glasses." (I had been wearing my glasses that day because my contacts had been bothering me.) So I took off my glasses. She nearly shit her pants.

"What?" I asked. "What?"

"Come look at this picture." She brought me over to a portrait of the Woodruff family, the more-or-less original owners. The mother was one of the ones poisoned by the birthday cake, along with two children, but I didn't know anything about her.

"She was only about 14 when she married, and only about 21 when she died."

SO??? THIS APPLIES TO ME....HOW?

"Look closely," she ordered. Jessica came over to look, since I couldn't seem to see what Melody was getting at.

"Oh my god," Jessica said. "She looks exactly like you!"

YOU'RE SHITTING ME, I wanted to say. But upon closer examination, I did bear quite a striking resemblance.

"How old are you?" Melody asked.

"Fourteen."

"So was she. When I mentioned the woman in black, we've identified that apparition as Sarah Mathilda, the wife of Clark Woodruff, the one in that picture. The woman in black could practically be your twin," she said,

THANKS FOR THE COMFORT AND ALL, NOW I'M GOING TO HAVE GHOSTS FOLLOWING ME HOME AND GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE!!!

"Sarah Mathilda is a very active spirit here. She must see herself in you," she concluded. "Stay close to me."

NO SHIT SHIRLEY.

Anf ro the rest of the house, nothing really happened, except jst that trie saying, "I felt like I was being watched." But I really did. It was one of the scariest nights of my life, and I don't scare easily. I WORK in a haunted house. I know the tricks they can pull, and I can recognize them. But it wasn't like that. This was real shit.

Jessica had taken a picture of me in front of the mirror, which she got developed yesterday.

You wanna know what we saw???

HMMM????

I'm actually very afraid just thinking about it, so I'll type it fast.

In the reflection of the mirror, you can see the woman in black standing next to me with her hand on my shoulder. We are the same height, same facial expressions, same hair, except I still had my glasses on.

I would post it on here, except Jessica has it. She wanted to get it enlarged or something.

So now, still being properly freaked out, I am looking over my shoulder every .4530832 seconds. And we were all so scared after that night, we couldn't go straight home. So we stayed at Chile's until 12:30.

Sorry if this was boring, but it was really important to me, and I feel like I needed to tell people. You get a gold star if you actually made it this far.

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