A few years ago I was doing some woodwork in my basement shop when I thought I heard a voice. A girls voice. Thinking it was my sister, stopping by to visit, I called for her to come downstairs. No reply. Upstairs the house was empty. Downstairs, once again, I began to work on my project. Again, voices.
This repeated itself several times and was creeping me out a bit. It was a cold Winter day and no one was outside. Once again in my basement I heard the voices, a woman and a little girl. Was I losing my mind? Moving around the basement, I listened carefully. Finally, in one particular corner, I heard them quite well. I could almost decipher the words. A cold December and a lack of snow had driven the frost into the ground and what I was hearing was the neighbor and her daughter, apparently in their own basement, talking. The deep frost was allowing their voices to carry the ten or twelve feet to my basement. It was a haunting that turned out not to be. Tell your ghost story below. Keep it brief please, a paragraph or two is good.