ScreaminFloyd
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I live in an old house that was built in 1888. Beautiful original wood floors and original mouldings and touches from when it was built. My Music Room is on the bottom floor in the old large dining room that is closed off with the original wood double doors. It's a heritage home and we have people friends traveling through all year that stay with us. It's a 5 bedroom home and sometimes we have 5 friends or so passing through. Our home is warm and our friends know they are always welcomed.
One night I was downstairs playing my Axis through a Marshall Head/ Cab at low volumes. Just playing metal riffs and and stuff i like to play. Everyone I assumed had gone to sleep because it was around 1am. I heard a light knock at the door and my wife came in and told me not play any louder, I said okie dokey and she left. I ended up falling alseep on the Chesterfield, I felt a whisper in my ear and a tug at the arm of my shirt. I opened my eyes an old lady with long brushed out grey hair was standing there in a long white night gown that had ruffles around her neck. She said to me "not to worry that my guitar sounded great and it wasn't bothering anyone" I said in shock ok ! and she turned to walk away. Now in the ajoining room we have a sensor light that is activated by movement. The other room was dark, so when she closed the door and walked intot he other room. I waited for the sensor light to turn on...Never did... I went to open the door and no one was there. Also i did not recognize this women. Every hair on my body stood on end. I felt as if a ghost passed right through me. Needless to say I scared the crud out of our friends the next morning when i told them what happened. We lovingly call her Miss Andrea....True story...I play my Guitar for her everynight. Haven't seen her since that night. I know though she is listening. Happy Halloween !!
One night I was downstairs playing my Axis through a Marshall Head/ Cab at low volumes. Just playing metal riffs and and stuff i like to play. Everyone I assumed had gone to sleep because it was around 1am. I heard a light knock at the door and my wife came in and told me not play any louder, I said okie dokey and she left. I ended up falling alseep on the Chesterfield, I felt a whisper in my ear and a tug at the arm of my shirt. I opened my eyes an old lady with long brushed out grey hair was standing there in a long white night gown that had ruffles around her neck. She said to me "not to worry that my guitar sounded great and it wasn't bothering anyone" I said in shock ok ! and she turned to walk away. Now in the ajoining room we have a sensor light that is activated by movement. The other room was dark, so when she closed the door and walked intot he other room. I waited for the sensor light to turn on...Never did... I went to open the door and no one was there. Also i did not recognize this women. Every hair on my body stood on end. I felt as if a ghost passed right through me. Needless to say I scared the crud out of our friends the next morning when i told them what happened. We lovingly call her Miss Andrea....True story...I play my Guitar for her everynight. Haven't seen her since that night. I know though she is listening. Happy Halloween !!
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