Red Creek
by Trevor M
(Lacona, NY, USA)
I was still a small child when I heard this story about a man named Clifford. He died a few weeks before we moved from Pennsylvania to New York.
Children usually have perception of ghosts before parents do.
My sister was 5 when we moved to my Aunt's. One day my aunt asked her to clean her room and she said Clifford would do it. My Aunt's dog would look into the bedroom and would bark at nothing.
My mom would do laundry and wait for the spin cycle that would never come because the lid was opened, even though she would remember closing it. It was starting to scare her.
The day we packed to leave to our new place, my mother was packing she heard the T.V. come on downstairs. She was too scared to shut it off even knowing that my uncle would get upset with her. When my uncle did get home, he was very upset with my mother and didn't believe her story until my aunt said she experienced the same thing too.
