THIS IS NOT A GHOST STORY

Joe 1949
I have found through very personal exprience that some Ghost do not show themselves. My wife and I bought a very old house back in 1970 that at one time in the 40's had been a bar and a house of pleasure. I understand that a man who was enjoying the hospitality of the house was murdered. This house passed through meny hands before we bought the house
We lived upstairs over our bar and we would be working downstairs but quite afew times we would hear someone walking through our apartment.I have often ran upstairs too see who was there ...no one.
I always closed the bar at 2:00 in the morning and then I would go upstairs to bed. Many nights after going to bed, my wife and I would hear someone clinb the stairs to our apartment,open the locked door , walk pass our bedroom into the kitchen. In the kitchen everything would be quite then the walk would be back to the stairs. Then all would be quite.
Many of the nights when the footsteps passed our bedroom, the hall light would go on . I often got out of bed and looked but saw no one. One night when the hall light went on I called out....."Charlie , I have had a real busy night and I am very tired would you please turn the light off...the light would go off..This happened more than once.
My wife's sister Ruth came to visit us and was going to stay over the week end.Ruth stayed in the house while my wife and I went shopping. When we came back from shopping Ruth was standing outside the house in the driveway. She said that when we left the house all the cabinet doors flew open and they closed by themselvs...thats when she left the house....She did noy stay over the week end.
We closed the club and made apartments and I rented the apt.1 to a man , his wife anad child. We then took off for our ranch that we had in Mexico. We returned to the apts in about a months time and when we drove into the driveway , the people from Apt 1 were moving out..The mon told us that they were to scared to stayin the apt any more. His complaint was that at times early in the morning the noise coming from my upstairs apt would be so load that they could not sleep. He said that it sounded like someone was moving the furniture across the living room floor. At one time he climbed up onto the second story roof when the noise was going on and looked in the widow ...he saw nothing but the noise stopped for that night..They were to afraid to stay any longer
A few weeks later my wifes son Chalo came to stay for a week..The first night he slept in the living room and about two in the morning he came running into our bedroom scared to death. He told us that he herd someone come into the room and then someone pulled his hair not once but twice. He did not stay any longer and evan to this day he will not stay over night, in facr just as soon as it begins to get dark he leaves.
My wife has died , I live alone and evan though there has been alot of talk about my house I love it very much. My days and night have been quite and peacefull. I feel that this is where I belong until I too will pass on.

Joe Harris

Wow! great story and poem. Thanks.

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