OK,I saw a darker,fuzzy patch which had a vague outline to it.
My Grandma used to avoid at all costs houses which had a foggy-appearing window,whether in a photo or not.She said it had a "ha'nt".
And now I will freak all of you out,because I am living in a house that was/is haunted.
After the third encounter with the former occupant,I asked around and was told that many years ago,a woman hanged herself in the closet.
Evidently she,too,tired of waiting for a plumber.
The first time,I went into the bedroom and was horrified to see smoke over the bed.I thought it was the wiring and turned to run but realized it was
forming itself into an elongated shape,tornado-like,slowly turning and swirling...then it just ...was gone.Instantly.Nothing frightens me;my life
therefore is kinda boring! So I said,
"Alright,then,be alone!" and i went out.
The second time I was sitting in the kitchen reading at 2:38 a.m. when I heard a voice whisper,"The door!" I checked on my kits(Mama Cat,remember?
) and they were both asleep...I went into the living room and found the front door wide open!! This door had been deadbolted,and in fact won't
stay shut unless it is.It was very cold,so it could not have been open long or I'd have noticed the draft...I said, "Oh,gee,Thank you!" ..but i
wondered what i was dealing with.
The third time was horrifying and was what sent me asking around.I was at my computer in the living room,and heard ragged choking,gasping sounds
coming from my 6 year old's room.(Yes,the same bedroom).I knocked over the chair and ran,and saw him coming out of the room with a grey blanket
completely over
himself,the sounds were chilling,I thought he was dying-as I threw myself down to grab and hold him I saw the feet and legs beneath the blanket,it was
someone on their knees--and I grabbed air.I was shocked beyond belief,jumped up and ran into his room..he was sound asleep.I turned the light on and
sat all night on the floor at the foot of his bed.And it was 2:38 a.m.And I don't own a grey blanket.
After I discovered the name of the woman who killed herself there,I talked to her.
One quiet conversation.I told her I would get the people from her church to pray for her,that I knew she must have been terribly unhappy and I
understood and forgave her and they would too.
I've seen her a few times since then,and I have been awakened by someone shaking my shoulder on several occasions when we have had a prowler.I'd
like to
think it's her..
I never found out what the time signified.
This may not help you! But I don't think you're crazy.