As a teenager who grew up in Waterloo Ontario Canada I had many friends. 1982 or 1983 it was one of those summer where you call up everyone you know to see who has the most interesting weekend planed. I was 16 or 17 years old. I can't remember the friends name it's been 27 years it's been a long time. If I remember correctly the friends house was a rally point before we left to the party were ever that was.
I remember being in the living room of the early 1900 century home. "Hey so where is the bathroom?" Answer "Bathroom is upstairs." "Whatever you do don't turn your back when you come down stairs "Obviously my next question was "why." The answer left me kind of stunned "There is a little old lady who lives upstairs who doesn't like people who turn there back on her, she will push you down the stairs",
I was then told the story of the little old lady who haunts the upstairs of the house who goes from room to room at night terrifying every one in there beds. Apparently turns from an apparition of a little old lady to skeleton or other demonic form. I was at the time a non believer.
So I went upstairs to the bathroom, washed up went to head back down stairs and what do you think happened next? I reached for the handrail went to take my next step from the top of the stairs and something hit me like a linebacker in the middle of my back. There were 21 steps to the second set of steps that turned into an L shaped stairway. My feet never touched another step my body and face hit a painting at the bottom of first set of stairs the painting glass smashed and I hit the L turn of the stairs in a heap. Every one in the house came running. Everyone was concerned about how I was. I was fuming obviously more made than anything.
"Someone pushed me down the stairs."
I was informed that there was no one up stairs. I wanted to go back up stairs to see for my self but the parent said no. I took a while to sink in what happened I was convinced there was someone upstairs that pushed me.
More stories to come be patient!
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