It was in the 1970s, I was young, with two sons. We were living in a rented house close to an air force base. The house was small. It was three bedrooms, we only used two. The kitchen was tiny, as the house was shaped like a box - two bedrooms on one side, one bedroom and bathroom on the other side, small living room and kitchen. The kitchen and bathroom was where I felt I was being watched. When I was at the kitchen sink I felt as if someone was standing behind me.
My older son was 2 almost 3, and my other son was 6 months. My husband was working two jobs and was gone a great deal of the time. I would wait until the boys were asleep before I would shower and always felt I was being watched. I thought it was because I left the door open in case the boys woke up. I would peek out continually as I felt I wasn't alone. I never noticed anything else as I was always busy with cleaning cooking and taking care of the babies.
One day it was in November or December, it was cold so the front door was closed. I don't think the heater was on yet as it's hot during the day and only gets cold at night. I noticed smoke in the hallway close to the ceiling. I went into panic mode, ran to open the front door, was touching the walls for heat and keeping an eye on the smoke. I ran around the house trying to find the source. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed two dish towels waving them frantically to dissipate the smoke, all the time wondering if I should call the fire department.
I ran around waving and waving the dish towels up and down the small hallway, opened windows, did all I could to get rid of the smoke. It did dissipate and I told my husband what had happened. He examined the wall unit and it never happened again.
We moved to a new house in March of that year. I later became interested in the supernatural and realized what it was. Boy did I laugh. I grew up in a house that was very scary so I looked for answers. I wondered what that ghost thought as I waved those kitchen towels.
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