Ghosts

[gibson56]

I'm thinking,if seeing is believing then I believe what I saw,a house were there couldn't possibly have been one.I was out walking and saw a trail I had never seen before so I decided "what the hell",as round a bend in this trail there is was,looking like it from another time,old,very old,very massive.I walked up to it and put my hand against the old weathered timbers.As I stood there somewhat confused I notice something else about the surroundings,there was a small makeshift graveyard about 100 yards behind the house.Actually when you think about it,its kinda creepy to see graves with tree branches fashioned into crosses.I walked back around to the front of the house,or what I assumed was the front,there was a porch with weeds growing through floor,I tried the door and it was ajar,as I pushed it open and looked inside I couldn't believe my eyes,the room I was looking at was furnished in turn of the century type furnishings.There old pedal organ on one side of the room,the chandeliers that hung from the ceiling were full of cob webs,there was a staircase,which was kinda strange because it lead up to the ceiling and stopped.I looked at my watch,it was 5:47 pm and was already getting dark.I closed the front door and started back toward the direction I had came from,back to the trail.As I stepped off the porch I heard a low moaning sound,I looked around but didn't see anything.There it was again this time louder,it sounded as if it were coming from one of the graves.Just as I was about to walk toward the sound I saw a skeletal hand push it way to the surface,a skeletal hand wheilding a large knife.I looked behind me to see the moon raising over the trees and when I turned to face the graveyard the skeletal figure was completely above ground and walking toward the house,rotting flesh still clinging to it bones,from where I was standing,I could see the blackened hollows of its eye sockets,they were empty and cold.The thing opened the door and enter the house,there was a scream,a scream that made my blood run cold,I ran to the front door and threw it open,there was a young woman with a noose around neck hanging from the underside of the staircase,the skeletal figure had slashed her open,her inner organs were oozing out onto the floor.The thing turned toward the open door,it was coming toward me as it came closer and I was ready to defend myself,it walked right through me,out the door and back to its grave.It sank into the ground,within seconds it disappeared completely.I turned to face to room where the young woman had been,the house was completely empty,no furnishings,no nothing.I stepped out the door,off the porch,and as I looked away from the house I saw the trail reappear.I turn back toward the house just in time to see it slowly fade away.No house,no graves,what had I seen? I have looked for that trail since that day but I have yet to find it.