The Ghost on the Arm of the Loveseat

by Tia
(Pennsylvania)

THIS IS A TRUE STORY

I remember it as if it were yesterday... I was about 5 or 6 years old. I was only a little kid. So, I wanted a drink of water or something one night and I got up out of my room. As I started walking down the stairs, I noticed something that looked like a ghost.

She looked about 8 or 9 old, but in the face she looked exactly like my mother. It just stared forward into nothing. It was just sitting there, on the arm of the loveseat in the small living room (we have two living rooms; the small upstairs and the big downstairs).

Before I ever got to the bottom of the staircase, before I ever got a glass of water, I raced back up the stairs and into my mother and fathers bedroom. I woke them up, not thinking. I was scared to death, I felt like I just died. My parents even felt frighten by my experience.

For like a year every time I got out of my bedroom and went far enough to see the small living room, she was there in the same stance, doing the same thing. But after a year, she kind of disappeared and I never saw her again.