You know, as a
kind, I was really naïve. I believed everything people told
me. Even if it was completely impossible... I trust and get
fool a lot of time. But now as a grow up. I start a few years
ago to search proof to believe, but when I lived the case
of the old cottage... I start to think again that impossible
can be real.
My boyfriend and I
rent a cottage in 1995 in Matane, a little town in
Canada. We pay a really low price thinking that if it was that
bad, we just have to complain. The first day we were
really impressed by the beauty of the cottage. A huge 2
floors cottage. We wonder why they rent us that cottage at completely
reasonable price... we knew the second night. We were by
the nearby lake and get on water for a little midnight bath
when I turn over to see the cottage. I saw that the lights on
the second floor was all open. It's wasn't so bad because I
always forget to close lights. But after a moment all the the
lights closed. And I was WITH my boyfriend ! I start to think
that someone was in the cottage, but how one person can close
7 switches at a time.
We put on
our clothes and went back to the house. My boyfriend asked me
to stay on the porch during the time he get inside. After a
moment he came back telling me that nobody was there. We just
come in again and sit down near the fire place.. when fire
light up ! Alone ! We turned to see the other room and on the
stairs was walking an old man. A bluish man who stop and look
at us. He show us the fireplace with his finger and disappeared.
He look over.... the fire has stopped.
At that moment, my
boyfriend saw a mark on the fireplace floor. We look up and
behind the brisk wall, it was a skeleton. We call the police
and they to told us that the body was a old person because of
the shape of his teeth. We have learned that the man we saw in
the stairway was the mayor of the city in 1887 and that he
probably dies murdered by his creasy wife. After that we buy
the cottage and we never saw the old man after that. But at
the same day two year ago, I found a medallion in the
fireplace. A very old one. I like to think that it is a gift
from the old man....
