My second ghost story is about hearing a child’s laughter in the house. Again, last year, I had come home from work early. It was still very light outside. It was only about 4:00 p.m. I was upstairs in the master bedroom watching Medium (yes…really) on Netflix. The dogs were upstairs with me. Nobody else was in the house. I was expecting my boyfriend in an hour or two with his daughter.
Then I heard a child laughing. And the laughter was not on the TV as part of the episode I was watching. I muted the television. Silence. Usually if somebody is at the door let alone inside the house, the dogs hear it before I do and run downstairs. They were both on the bed with me, sleeping. I turned the television back on again. Within a few minutes, I heard the laughter again. I muted the television and called out his daughter’s name. Maybe she was playing around and running up and down the stairs laughing or trying to surprise me. Silence.
I turned Medium back on. I heard the laughter again. It was so clear, I figured they were home early. I turned off the television and went downstairs expecting to see her by the door or hiding behind a corner. I called out her name. I called out his name. Nothing. Nobody was there. And I could tell nobody had recently come in the house – everything was exactly the way it was when I came home. They didn’t come home for another hour or so.
A playful energy in the house that day laughing up and down the stairs.
Giggling, laughing up the stairs, happy little ghost, I hear you there…