Week 1a What a Fright

The scariest experience of my life was actually neither a fun scary or a scary scary. It was more along the lines of a mysterious scary. This event was staying the night at my cousins house that was haunted. Even though there was a ghost there, it really wasn't that spooky. A psychic had already been to the house and declared that the ghost was not there to harm us. She had been killed by her brutal husband who lived in the other part of the duplex. I remember my cousin telling me that when the psychic walked into the other part of he duplex he felt a sharp pain in his ribs. When he looked over, he saw a guy punching him in the ribs according to my cousin. He couldn't come into my cousins house though so it really wasn't too bad. It was weird staying in the house though. I remember being in my cousins room watching TV when all of a sudden it just shut off. I was only about 9 or 10 at the time so at first it was kind of creepy. When I thought about it though, I realized that if it was in fact the ghost, then she might have been acting as a motherly figure and might have been trying to tell us to go to bed by shutting the TV off.