Three very true Spiritual Storys of when I was Boy Jade Mumford

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Published: August 17th 2013

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Three very true Spiritual Storys of when I was Boy  by  Jade Mumford

Three very true Spiritual Storys of when I was Boy by Jade Mumford
August 17th 2013 | Kindle Edition | PDF, EPUB, FB2, DjVu, AUDIO, mp3, ZIP | 26 pages | ISBN: | 3.49 Mb

When I was a young boy no older than seven, I lived in a big old house on top of a hill, with my dad and mum. From the first day we moved there, I felt there was something different about this house. There were so many rooms, high ceilings carryingMoreWhen I was a young boy no older than seven, I lived in a big old house on top of a hill, with my dad and mum. From the first day we moved there, I felt there was something different about this house.

There were so many rooms, high ceilings carrying cobwebs, and as night came, a long dark hallway. Down the end of the hallway of to the left that night I lay in my room, and heard the soft steps, going up and down the hallway, like the pitter-patter of tiny feet. I wondered what it was. I jumped out of my bed and walked out into the hallway, but it stopped. My little rabbit followed me out too, and he wasnt scared so I thought, why should I be then.

This continued every night, so regularly that after a few weeks it didnt bother me anymore.When I told my mum she said I wasnt to worry about it. She said shed heard it too and whatever it was it didnt mean us any harm. So I just put it in the back of my mind. I liked to read a lot in my room after dark, and when often as it were I would start to read, the sound of soft steps would start and I would smile and turn to my little brave rabbit and say, there it is again.Two years later the owner wanted to sell the house. Dad said we would be moving out in two weeks.

I remember being sad and not wanting to move.I was also curious about footsteps, and knowing we were moving out soon, I knew had to know what they were.That night when I lay in my bed I heard the footsteps gently start walking up the long dark hallway to my room. Gently I crept across my bedroom floor, peeping out my doorway into the corridor as quietly as I could.

As soon as I come close to putting my head out of my doorway, the sound stopped. I even tried affixing one of Mums small makeup mirrors to the end of a wooden broomstick, and slowly edged it out trying to catch a glimpse.

As soon as I had come close though, the footsteps stopped. I was persistent that night, but whatever it was, it did not want to be seen, it seemed.The next day I asked my mum if she would ask the house owner if anything strange had happened to our house before we moved in.Mum said she could tell me for sure something had definitely happened here, she heard and felt it too.

I wanted to know the whole truth though I said, I didnt care if it was scary or not, but I couldnt live wondering for the rest of my life what it was after wed moved out.The next day when I arrived home from school, mum called me......



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