Whispers

Jessica does not come right out and say that her house in Louisville, KY is haunted. She does say though that over the eight years she has wondered about all the little things that happened every now and then... Like how every time she sits in her basement and watched television, she sees things at the corner of her eyes. Sometimes they dart to and fro, and sometimes they linger there till she turns around, after which they speed off into thin air. Some things stay there whether she looks or not. She used to see a ball of light at the bottom of her stairway. It would circle around and twist by itself and glow like some sort of living and breathing orb. She never used the stairs when she saw it, always waiting until it disappeared.

Once she even spent the whole night in the basement, sleeping on the couch in a very uncomfortable position until around five in the morning, and finally went up the stairs, the orb having disappeared. Another time, she saw something that looked like a black cloud. It was the height of a figure but larger. It moved out from under the light and walked up the stairs right in font of her. She went out and changed the light fixture and it never happened again. She had also seen something, which had moved across the carpet at lighting speed to her left. She thought that maybe it had been some sort of play of light, something to do with her glasses. She also entertained the possibility that it had something to do with the light from the television. However, after certain experiments involving switching off, moving and angling the television, as well as taking her glasses off and putting them back on, she realized that both these options were out of the question.

Once when she was in the living room with a big group of people, she saw it happened again. Because no one else noticed it, she thought that maybe the inevitable had happened and that she had gone crazy. Another thing that happened on a constant basis was the sound of voices, which seemed to come from what seemed like the fan on the first story. One of the scariest moments that had happened to her since she had moved into the house eight years ago happened when her friends had come over to stay for the night. After talking about things you should not be talking about at that time of the night, like poltergeists and things that go bump in the dark, Jessica went upstairs to use the bathroom, leaving her friends downstairs using her computer. It was about four in the morning and while Jessica was washing her hands, her eyes drifted to something, which had crept up beside her. It was an arm. After getting over the initial shock, yet still pretending not to notice, she figured that her friend must have been trying to scare her. She turned around to startle her friend, but only to saw an empty bathroom and the closed bathroom door.

She jerked back to look at the mirror and saw nothing in the reflection, turned back round to look behind her again and found nothing. She ran downstairs, babbling about a beautiful forearm, which looked like it had belonged to a woman that had dove soft, smooth skin, beautifully colored skin. She had not seen any other body part, just a forearm. Many of Jessica's friends have talked about how they can feel a presence in the house the minute they step into it. Most of them feel that something is amiss in the guest room. One of the girls she knew would really unnerved every time she stepped into it, and this was the girl whom Jessica had never told about all that happened. One of her friends, Albert says that he can feel things. And once the two of them had just been sitting in the living room bumming the way people sometimes do, and his eyes had started to water. He told Jessica that he was sad, but that he knew things would eventually be okay. Jessica, of course, had been confused because the statement had come out of nowhere.

'What do you mean?' She had asked him, confused. He did not say anything further, so she asked him again, to which he replied, 'Don't tell anybody I told you this.' 'Don't tell anybody what?' She asked, rather impatiently. He repeated himself, after which, she repeated her own question again. Her hair started to stand after this point. 'I did not say that', he said, as if she was crazy. 'Yes you did,' she replied. 'No I did not', he replied again, saying that he would know if he had said something. 'You said it! You told me not to tell anyone about something!' They simply looked at each other for a while before deciding to let it go. After a while, he piped up again and said that he thought that he might have said it, but had not meant to say it. He said that he had heard his voice, and that he had felt his mouth opening and closing, but that he had no intention of saying anything whatsoever. What were they supposed to do?