My very fist encounter was when I rented a three story home from my aunt (who bought it but never looked at it) She lives in California and the house is in Washington. I just turned 17. After a week after moving in, on a nice summer day I went down to the basement where I had my band equipment set up. There were two rooms I have never been in. there doors were closed and wasn’t that curious yet. anyway, I noticed tiny wet footprints trailing from the outside door to one of the rooms. Now, my curiosity hit it’s peak. Why would a child be in my house. I went to the door and listened through the wood of the door. Nothing. I then quickly swung the door open. I said loudly, “Who’s in here?” With no response, I flicked my lighter looking for a light switch. After locating a switch I found the light had no bulb. The room was pretty small with nothing in it, not even a child. I looked at the concrete floor where I first saw the footprints. They were still visible but evaperating quickly. I checked the outside door and found it was locked from the inside. I have never been outside that door let alone the overgrown back yard.
Evreything was quiet and saw nothing else like that for a couple days. Then when I came home from working as a dishwasher at a caf’e, I noticed my T.V. was on. I checked the house and noone was there, nothing was taken so I didn’t report it to the police. That night while sleeping, I was awoke by the beating on my drums in the basement. As I approched the basement door off the kitchen Someone was definatly beating on my drum set. I quietly opened the door and creaped down the stairs. The stairs were walled so I couldn’t see anything until I got to the bottom and around the corner. Once I reached the bottom step, the drums stopped beating. I looked everywhere and noone was there.

I’ve talked to a few people about the past people that lived in that house. Never about a ghost ar anything like that. Someone told me that the last people that owned the house lost there 7 year old daughter to a drowning in the pool that was in the back yard. and moved out a few months later and sold it years later.

I didn’t even know there was a pool in the back yard. It was so overgrown I didn’t really see anything.

Ok…Now I know there was a ghost of a child named “Katline” in my house. Now when something happened that I didn’t do, I’d tell Katline to knock it off. or something like that. Not everything she did. If beating on the drums wasn’t bothering me I’d just let her have a blast. Or let her watch TV of whatever she changed the channel to.

The ghost never hurt noone or anything. I didn’t see any reason to excerise my home or have a priest bless it. Living alone would be pretty lonely toward the evenings, so I’d talk to her as if she was right there and as a living person. “Katline, how was your day?” I’d tell her about my day. Maybe tell her some corny joke I heard that day.

Anyway, that was my first Ghost encounter.

Rich