When I was around 6 years old.

Yipsl · Guest

We moved into a house near the Pimlico racetrack in the Baltimore area circa 1963. The house was big enough that I had a playroom. I was afraid to go into that playroom. I told my foster parents that the room was cold and that the rocking horse was staring at me. I had a rocking horse on springs that had a string activated whinny. i was not afraid of that horse before moving into this house.

Everything sounded funny in that room too. We only lived there for a year and then moved out, but nowhere else did I live in my childhood where I was actually scared to go into a room. Though skeptics have told me it was just imagination, or a draft, or an echo, or all three combined, I noticed something about that room that no one else did; not even my foster sister who was 10 years older than me and was into reading ghost stories at the time.