Seventh Haunted House Located by Seattle Author ~ The SuperNATURAL $9.99 Gift for Ghost Story Lovers

Oct. 14, 2012 - PRLog -- Emily Hill, author of 'The Ghost Chaser's Daughter', has made it her avocation to collect ghost stories about haunted houses.  Considering she lives - and socializes - in Seattle, her task is made easy by the Emerald City's Spirited History.

Emily contacted A.V. Harrison Publishing (AVH), Edmonds, WA, earlier this month with the news that she had located a seventh haunted house in Seattle.

We asked Ms. Hill for details and this is the monologue that followed, by the author who has just released her fifth ghost stories title, 'The Ghost Chaser's Daughter'.  

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Emily Hill:  As you know, I began 'collecting' stories about Seattle's haunted houses last year and have now - with this story - located a Seventh Haunted House with this first-hand story. I hope you like it. This is a True Story.

AVH:  We settled in and listened as the Pacific Northwest rain pattered at our windowsill.

Emily:  I was at the retirement party of a friend last week, seated next to a Seattle couple and when I told them that I was a ghost stories author, they became intent on relaying their own ghost story to me.

Seattle, Wallingford District  SEVENTH HOUSE And . . . A Ghost!

This story was told by the wife, Meg, as her husband, Lars, layered the tale with personal observations of his experience with . . . a ghost!

Lars had owned a home in Seattle's Wallingford District in the 1990's. A turn-of-the 20th Century house, it had stood for over one hundred years and had the rich history that one would expect from one of The Emerald City's oldest neighborhoods.

Lars had not been married to Meg during the 1990s. A widower, he was raising his 17 year old daughter on his own when all this happened. He had found the old Craftsman-style house in Wallingford a few months after his wife had passed away, and that is when our story begins.

One morning, Just after Lars and his daughter moved in to their Seattle home, he was downstairs in the country kitchen. Lars was startled by the sound of footsteps upstairs. Footsteps that were much heavier than that of his daughter, a ballerina and art student. His first thought was, "Intruders!" even though logic would have told him that the classic layout of a Craftsman had the living quarters downstairs and the bedrooms upstairs. With the front door bolted, there was no way for an intruder to have gained entrance to their house without having gone past Lars, in the kitchen.

Lars dashed upstairs! The only thing on his mind was saving his daughter from peril! Upon reaching the top landing he realized there was only peaceful calm upstairs, his daughter was sleeping soundly, and undisturbed in her pink canopy-bed.

Over the next few days hearing footsteps upstairs - even though no one was in the bedrooms, or upstairs bath, became routine So routine that Lars went out and bought a gun in case someone. . . somehow. . . WAS getting into the house. He warned his daughter to be very vigilant about locking the doors and windows every evening.

At the point that Lars was at his wits end, running up and down the stairs - 'chasing sounds' - he saw him! The intruder! Storming up the stairs to his daughter's room after hearing noises Lars was caught short by the terrifying sight of a man sitting on the edge of the bed, staring into space!

What was weird was that Lars could see THROUGH the man. It didn't take more than a moment for Lars to realize that his new home was inhabited by a ghost. It was the former owner, Mr. Anderson, who was in no hurry to vacate - to The Other Side. Mr. Anderson was 86-years old and had died in the Wallingford house, after raising his family there. Mr. Anderson became such a feature in the house that Lars and his daughter shared their space with him openly, discussing him and what they had learned of his history freely in the presence of the apparition. They accepted him, in a sense.

Slowly, over the next month, Mr. Anderson appeared less frequently, until one day Lars and his daughter realized that they had not seen him for maybe a week or more. Confident that he was leaving his Wallingford home to dedicated residents - Mr. Anderson was able to leave his house to Lars and his daughter and join his own family Beyond The Grave.

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