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     Here is an account of a strange thing that happened to my girlfriend and 
myself.  I guess I should start off with some background on the situation.
My parents recently added on a large sun room just off the living room of their
house.  Since that time,(about three years ago) I have heard strange noises
coming from this room - mostly the sound of footsteps and usually at about 
midnight.  I have told my parents and a few others about these noises and they
thought that I was going crazy.  My girlfriend didn't believe me either until
something happened recently.
     It turns out that my girlfriend and I had just gotten back from the late
show and it was about 12:15.  We walked into the sun room amd sat on the 
couch that is in there and we were discussing the movie we had just seen.  We 
were sitting at opposite ends of this large couch and all of a sudden I heard
the voice of a young child speaking.  The voice was coming from just over her 
shoulder but there wasw nothing there.  My girlfriend and I were incredibly 
frightened and we froze.  It was all we could do just to breathe.  The babbling
child was there.  He was there and we could hear him as plain as day.  Suddenly,
the voice broke into song.  The kind of song that a five year old may sing, it
was a haphazzard combination of a few words and some humming.  As the song 
began, the place where it was coming from began to change.  It was coming 
towards me, and I could hear the footsteps appraoching above the sound of
the music.  The voice stopped right in front of me and then vanished.  We 
couldn't believe it but we confirmed with each other what had just happened.  
Needless to say, my girlfriend grabbed her coat, got in her car and left right
away.  The next day, I went outside the house to see if anyone was in the 
backyard that night.  I thought that there had to be some way of explaining
this.  There was snow on the ground but there was no footsteps in it.
     Well, at times, I still hear footsteps coming from the empty room at 
night, but I'm used to it.  The room is just off the living room which was
where my grandfather had a massive stroke and met his instant death.  I wonder,
could this be a ghost of my grandfather?  Why was the voice that of a small
child??
                                John