My Personal Hauntings:House on Main...part 2

For the second part of my story, let's fast forward a decade.

This story takes place still in the House on Main, more specifically in the old bathroom beside of my bedroom.

 After my parents had divorced and my dad had remarried, they went to live in his new wife's home, so I got to stay in the old home by myself (I eventually had a roomie for a while which will lend me witness for later stories, but for the most part lived alone for several years, or as alone as you can be in a haunted house!).

But before my dad moved out, I had what is probably my favorite experience with my prank playing entity, though at the moment it happened, it was not quite so funny.

It was the summer that I was 19 years old and I can't remember there being too much abnormal activity before that. There are very few things more frightening than a teenage girl, so why would the spirits even try to compete! 

I remember that it was a very hot day and I had a date that night and needed to take a shower to get ready to go out. I gathered my clothes and towel and headed into the already steamy bathroom.  To show just how old this house is, the shower did not have curtains, instead it had two sliding glass doors. 

After getting undressed I opened one of the glass doors and stepped inside and under the soothing hot spray.  It is strange how relaxing a hot shower can feel when you stop to realize that rarely are you as vulnerable and defenseless as you are when you are alone in your bath.

A few minutes later, I hear the bathroom door open and through the foggy glass I see a tall figure dressed all in black, wearing a top hat, glide into the room. The fog might have made it a bit blurry, but though I could not see details of his face, his clothes and his frame were quite clear.  The figure walked over to the sink, turned on the hot water and just as smoothly glided back out, shutting the door behind him.

In an instant, my soothing shower turned into daggers of ice hitting my skin!  I screamed and turned of the shower, grabbed my towel and tossed it on, walked over to the sink and then physically turned the still running sink water off, stormed out of the bathroom and out onto the front porch.  There I began to scream at my dad about how NOT funny I thought it was for him to sneak in and pull a stunt like that!

After my rant was over, I had a moment to notice that my dad, wearing not black, but a white shirt and obviously no top hat, had obviously been in the yard the entire time mowing.  If the freshly mown lawn and sweat drenched look were not clue enough, the look of utter confusion and let's be honest, after that scream fest, terror (teen girl mood swings?) on his face were all the proof that I needed that the mysterious dark visitor in the room with me was in fact not my father but the stranger!