One of my first childhood memories would be when I was about 4 or 5. I was an only child so I went to live with my mom at the time my parents went through a divorce. After looking at house after house after house she finally found one that seemed to be my favorite at the time because it had a pond filled with millions and millions of goldfish. When I was little I had a weird obsession with goldfish so there was no words to explain how excited I was about this pond. After counting down the days everyday until we moved me and my mom finally go talk to the lady who my mom bought it from and to sign the papers and to do all the housekeeping stuff. I was just getting bored wondering around the house while they talked for hours and hours. I was looking in every room finding my room, my play room, and my moms room. Even though I knew I would be sleeping with my mom almost every night I was still so excited to have a big girl bed and pink princess room. After walking back in to the living room and over hearing the conversation I was terrified. They were talking about the ghost that haunted the house and what it did every night. I was already a big baby when it came to stuff like that so it just made things worse. She tells my mom after she had already signed the papers that she was selling the house because her husband was an electrician at the time and got electrocuted therefor they could not save him and he passed away. It was a small one story house and off of the kitchen it had a long hallway that led to my mom’s room, my room, and my play room at the end of it. So the lady had told my mom that every night you could see the shadow on one side of the wall and it would walk in to what is supposed to be my room. So of course my mom did not really believe her and she honestly just thought the lady was crazy or something. Finally we go to bed that night and didn’t see anything so it was a sign of relief. But sure enough the next night came and we actually saw the shadow on the wall walking to my room. And from that night forward every night you could see the shadow on the wall walk into my room and into my closet for some reason. It was so scary I would not wish that upon my worst enemy. It would scare me so bad I would wake up from nightmares from it sometimes. I ended up hating the house it was so scary.