![]() One of the CNAs said I had just walked through a ghost. Then once I was walking through the hallway and it was normally uncomfortably warm inside but I felt a chill and goosebumps. I used to volunteer at a nursing home where we had several instances where new residents accurately described former residents down to specific nightgowns or color of glasses who I and the staff knew had died in that room and complain about them coming into the room at night. By the time I turned back, the light was still on, but the woman was gone. We stood there staring at each other for a good ten seconds when my parent’s pulled into the driveway and distracted me from my stare down with the woman in the bathroom. We’re not talking resting bitch face here either, she was pissed off at me and I knew it. Was that light on when I pulled up? It must have been, right?Īs I was contemplating the light and reaching for my backpack, there was suddenly a very angry looking old woman standing in the window staring at me. That’s when I noticed that the bathroom light was on. I pulled into my normal parking spot, got out of the car and then turned to open the back door of my car and get my backpack out of the back seat. My parents weren’t yet home when I got back from work (they often spend their Friday and Saturday evenings drinking like they were the ones in college), so the house was dark and, since it was mid fall, so was the yard – save for the yard light. I would drive directly from campus after my last class on Friday to my job (about an hour) and, after my shift was done, I’d go back to my parent’s house which was out in the middle of nowhere. In college, I would go home every other weekend to work at the job I had since high school. I don’t believe in that shit, but I do believe that feeling you get in your gut when something doesn’t feel right. She said he likes to follow my niece around and you can tell it his him because the dogs freak, it gets cold and smells like cheap cologne. She said Hugh was the previous owner of the house who had died ten years before his wife sold it. She just rolled her eyes and said “that is Hugh.” I was confused. When my sister finally came home, I told her what happened. I took her and we decided to go to a different room. ![]() The dogs were huddled in the corner whimpering, my niece was just staring at the ceiling corner with wide eyes, and it was cold and smelled like Stetson. I ran into the room and what I saw and smelled freaked me out. Like a thick piece of wood had been snapped in half suddenly or a tree was knocked over. My sisters chocolate labs were probably sniffing and licking her head because I could hear her giggling like she was having a blast. I had left her to go to the kitchen to grab some water. When my niece was really young, she was in a bouncer at my sisters house, I was house and babysitting. To this day I am terrified of people in rabbit costumes. She told me one Easter a long time she looked out her window during the night and saw the Easter bunny standing in her driveway. ![]() One of the girls was my neighbor across the street. To make it even stranger, I told the friends I sat with at lunch what happened. I was terrified that we both remembered seeing a person dressed as a bunny in our room. Then my younger sister, who I shared a bunk bed with when this happened, said she remembers when the Easter bunny came into our room and made a remark about the hay smell. Years later when I was in high school I asked my parents if they ever dressed up like the Easter bunny and came into our room, they said they would never go through so much trouble. When I woke up I didn’t tell anyone, but there was an extra Easter egg in my house that my parents didn’t hide. One Easter I remember waking up and seeing the Easter bunny (one of those terrifying costumes) and what really gets me is I remember smelling the wet hay. When I was younger I used to live by the woods and could see a cemetery from my back porch. Lucas Pezeta The man in the bunny costume
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