Sunday Scribblings prompt (Scandalous)

Everyone knew about it. Like how could they not. Unless you were new here, okay even then you knew about it. It wasn't a secret anymore. It probably never really was.

Well so what am I talking about? Well really it is none of your business. Can't you see it? If you can't see it or hear it then why am I going to bother wasting my time on making it more apparent to you?

Okay let me give you a hint. It is rather large. Sometimes friendly, sometimes nerve racking, sometimes mean or menacing but just in a hey get my point sort of way.

Okay so you want to know more. It happened a few years ago okay more like thirty something years ago. It happened there that house yep the grey one. Its a big house and the family that lived there were such awesome people. They made friends with everyone.

Well one day something happened. I guess they went away or something there was no real announcement, no goodbyes.

Then the new family moved in they were okay but they didn't shine like the other family. Well the new family had been there almost three months when things would happen. The lights would turn off and on the cabinets would open and close, water would be running, and you could hear sounds but none that would make sense.

One night the family decided to hold a party for the whole neighborhood it was a great party. There was food, games, music and just good ole fashioned stories to be told amongst one another. Families all coming together to meet the new neighbors that is when things started going ary.

People could hear voices but nobody could see where they were coming from, then the sound of water running and no faucets were on, lights blinking on and off. The slamming of doors and cabinets the television going all staticy the phone ringing. Everyone decided this was there time to thank the gracious hosts and leave before anything else could happen. As visitors tried leaving the doors would lock or slam on them hurting a few and just not cooperating.

That was when they left about a week after the party. Nobody heard where they went or why but they did. The only thing that still serves as the reminder is that.

I know you can see it. He floats up there in the window every night a smile on his face waving to all who drive past or walk past.

The scandalous ghost that resides there, does it really exist?