This is a very small very old snapshot of the upstairs windows that would have been behind where I was sitting that day. I used this when I created a webpage for this story about 12 years ago.
The original house is no longer there.
There was always an air of gloom and foreboding in that house and many unpleasant things happened there.
But on the lighter side there was at least one miracle (or what seemed like a miracle).
When the two younger boys were teenagers they were in the living room together. Gary was listening to music and flipping through a stack of LPs and Danny was cleaning his gun. Gary got up and stood the albums in the over stuffed chair where he'd been sitting. Before he even got out of the room the gun Danny was cleaning accidentally went off and shattered the records that were standing in the place Gary had been sitting.
Later when Gary was asked why he had decided to leave the room when he did he said because his mother call him. She said she hadn't. There was only the three of them in the house.


My graduation party was held in the house. In this picture you can see some of the artwork on the walls in the background. In some places it was all over the walls.


There was really only one staircase in the house. The one that came up from the living room. I added the other staircase for effect and to make the story flow smoother. When I went upstairs that day I went down the right hall and looked into the sewing room which Ann had suggested I be sure and look at. Everything about the sewing room was true and it was a spooky room.
When I came out of the sewing room I went down the hall on the other side of the staircase and into one of the boy’s bedrooms and read a comic book. When I walked back to the head of the stairs I saw the scrapbook (which had belonged to Mrs. Reed) on a lower shelf of a table in front of the windows. I picked it up and sat down on the top step and started to look at it. When I heard somebody moving around in the sewing room I thought that Ann had come upstairs while I was in the bedroom reading the comic book. Then when I heard somebody walking along the hall and stop behind me of course again I thought it was Ann on her way back downstairs. If you’ve never had something happen to you like that you probably can’t begin to imagine how if felt to turn around and not see anybody there. Though I'm sure many people have had a similar experience. Something that couldn't be explained or was chalked up to the imagination.
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