In Woodstock, NB, there lies, and still lies, a house, which is located by an old road. The sun shines on its blue roof cheerily every afternoon and lights the path of the people walking to and fro. Anyone who passes by sees the Albert family through the window having their meals, watching television or simply walking around. Things started out mildly. Edna, a beautiful was eight year old girl, was sitting on the porch one day, looking at the bird which was perched on the fence. The afternoon sun felt good on her skin and it was then that she heard a squeaking noise coming from beside her. She turned to her left and found that the door to the sun porch was opening and moving by itself.
She froze where she was sitting and tried to explain to herself that it had been the wind, but simply could not. Yes, the door was light. It was because of that that she knew it would not have been the wind, for the door was not simply blowing back and forth, it was moving very slowly... as if someone was pushing it. When you are eight, fear has a way of freezing you. It opened and closed about twenty times while she was looking at it, and then it simply closed. And stayed closed. She was breathing hard and wondering what had happened, and what had been causing the motion. As if answering her, she felt a cold draft descend upon her and she shivered. She then heard the squeaking noise move to her right. Confused, and very afraid, she found herself looking at the rocking chair, which now seemed to be rocking by itself. This was when she found her feet. She ran into the house. Her hair was standing on ends and her mouth was dry. 'Who's the girl in blue?' her relatives asked as she came in for Christmas lunch.
'What girl? Edna and her mother had said in unison. 'The girl who went into the backyard. She looked at me from around the house. I was gonna say hi but I tripped and when I looked back up, she was gone. I thought she went to the back of the house... pale blue dress... you have no idea, do you?' 'Nope,' they said again. 'Well no harm, she was quite young... I doubt she could cause any damage.' Things went very wrong that day. Utensils went missing, keys mysteriously disappeared and the chicken, which had been put into the oven for quite a while, came out as raw it had gone in. By the time dinner came, there had been so many miniature disasters that no one cared how dinner was as long as they got through it in place. The last time anything happened that year happened six days after Christmas when Edna got up early one morning. She glanced into her parents room, which just off the kitchen. The door was open and what she saw made her blood freeze. At her parents bed stood a young woman.
She was blond and wore a blue dress. She stood at the foot of their bed and simply looked down on them. Edna walked quickly in that direction and the woman looked up, startled. She walked to what would have been the headboard of the bed but which was blocked off by the wall. Edna's walk turned into a run and she stumbled into the room, waking her parents up but finding nothing. It was another year, before she saw her again... in the haunted house. If only someone would believe her.
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