by Anonymous
November 28, 2021
Yellow Victorian House
A few years ago, two friends of mine, who were living
together, moved into a 100+ year old house in the small mountain town where we
all worked. The rent was cheap, and it was one of the few places in the town
that was available. A classic, yellow Victorian house. After being there a
week, two things dawned on them. One was, for some reason, they hadn’t bothered
to sleep upstairs in the bedroom yet. They were sleeping on the floor in the
living room, and hadn’t really questioned it or thought about it. The second
thing was that their dog would never go up the stairs, and would sometimes
stare and sniff and pace at the bottom of the stairs, barking at the landing
and window that were halfway up the stairs. So the evening they realized this,
they decided to sleep upstairs, but couldn’t bring themselves to do it. They
weren’t scared or uncomfortable in the house- but they also just somehow
wouldn’t go upstairs, especially at night. They had a mutual friend of ours
being incense and smudge the house, letting the sage smoke waft through every
room. But that didn’t seem to help.After they had been there a few weeks, and
were still sleeping downstairs, a neighbor introduced himself. “So it’s just
the three of you in the house?”, he asked. “Three of us? There’s just the two
of us”, said one of my friends.“Well, maybe one of your grandmothers has been
visiting?”“No. What did you see?”Almost every night, when your staircase light
is on, I see an old woman, rocking and looking out the window. You guys are
pulling my leg. There’s an old women living in there, and you know it.”My
friends stayed at a friend’s house that night, and moved out two days later.