You must have been 15 months old, we were leaving on the Swiss border in a large duplex on the top floor. I was traveling in Seoul (South Korea) for business. I was ready to flight back to France when your mother called me to tell me the following story.

The night before my arrival it was around 3:00AM and as usual you woke up and started crying. Our bedroom was close to yours separated by the bathroom (a French bathroom nothing as large as in the US). Mommy woke up went to your room and took you in bed with her. You went back to sleep, she was not sleeping when she heard a voice in your bedroom. It was the voice of child singing like he or she was playing with your stuffed animals (you had quite a few). She could not make sense of it, was she dreaming? She did not go to check it out.

The day after I arrived, we went to bed and as usual you woke up in the middle of night. One of us went in your room, picked you up and put you in between the two of us in the bed. You went back to sleep but not me and all the sudden I heard a voice in your bedroom. It was a joyful voice, voice of a child, seemed like a little girl playing with your stuffed animals. I was wide awake, petrified, the will to check your bedroom had left me. The memory of this is still vivid in my mind. How long did it last I do not know exactly but not long, a few minutes. But it seems to me an eternity. I can tell you I believe in ghosts.

My thoughts:

I have no recollection of this; I was too young. I want to believe it because it’s my father’s story. My dad believes in ghosts more so than my mom. My mom’s account of this story is similar except that she does not easily attribute it to a ghost. She just says it’s very weird and could be a ghost. I don’t know if there was death in this apartment at any time or even if a child used to live there. The story is definitely creepy to me.

One day, when my mother-in-law was young (she was a strong Catholic due to her education), she went to sleep in a villa that belonged to friends of her family. She was very open to spiritual and paranormal things (some people are more open than others). That night, she couldn’t sleep. She felt that something was different than other places; she felt like she was being observed. She began to cry and called her mom. So her mom came upstairs. While she going up she could hear the stairs creaking (the stairs were wooden since it was a house from the 1600s or 1700s). When her mom finally got to the room, my mother in law was holding her cross (which was her necklace). Her mom tried to calm her but she could not. Annoyed, she returned downstairs to continue talking with the house’s owners! Her mother explained the situation to them. Michel (one of the owners) went upstairs to explain that about 100 years ago, a woman was killed in this house, and apparently she’s stayed here. However, she wasn’t mean. All she did wander around the house, go up and down the stairs, and even sometimes, she would lift a hatch to go inside the attic and then brutally close it, despite the fact that the hatch was difficult to open, even for men.

And, later that night, the hatch opened and the stairs creaked…

My thoughts:

Well, this guy is one of my best friends so I believe in it. But the stairs creaking in the end could definitely have been any of the adults; the hatch could also have been moved by an adult. There’s no proof that it wasn’t a person so believing that a ghost caused these noises is a big assumption.