Ghost at the Log Cabin
(Dansville, NY, USA)
Have you ever heard of an author by the name of Arch Merril? He use to write books on the history of New York state and about the Seneca Indians and so on. I guess this is just to confirm that I really did live in a haunted log cabin, which was built in 1807. The cabin is still occupied today.
I was around seven years old at the time and for some reason was always the last one to go to sleep at night. Every night at around the same time there would be the sound like a car door shutting and the door opening and someone coming up the stairs.
One hot night my parents were snoring in the next room, my brothers sleeping next to me we all slept in the same bed, when the door shut the door opened the steps came up the stairs and stopped at the foot of the bed. I thought my heart would pound out of my chest when something touched my right foot, like a paw. I could feel the hair and I was paralyzed with fear.
Well I mustered up all my courage, got up and ran to my parents' bed. Climbed over the bottom of the bed, dropped all the way to the bottom of the stairs for somehow I took a left instead of a right and fell all the way to the bottom of the stairs. I let out a sound that would have scared the devil and my mother came and got me. The strangest part was I never got hurt.
Shortly after that we had to move because the owner's daughter got married and wanted the house. My dad lived there when he was a kid also. One day I asked my uncle Bob about the door and the steps and he said he remembers it well.