This day was same as usual, the cleaning of the house, washing of the sheets. As usual, I sang, walking room to room to gather the linens for the wash.

**"Oh! I once had a sprig of thyme
And it flourished by night and by day
Till at length there came a false young man
And he stole my thyme all away."

I heard footsteps, I beleive, behind me. I turned fast, but saw nobody. Oh well, must be the wind.

**"Now here stands the jolly oak tree
That will neither wither or die,"

BANG! I spin around again. What was going on here? I crept out into the hallway slowly.

"Hello?" I called down the long corridor. There was no reply. I giggled- I was far too easily spooked.

**"Now here stands the jolly oak tree
That will neither wither or die,
And I'll prove so true to my dear love-"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I stopped still, as frigid as stone.

Then there was... screaming! What was going on?

I followed the screams, running down the hall and to the large staircase, following it to the first floor. The screams continued to the far east hall, from the Natatorium. I pushed open the doors of the balcony, overlooking the pool below.

I couldn't see anyone! Where were these screams coming from? I covered my ears- they were so loud!

I saw a man running across the room, dressed in a black suit. But he didn't slow as he approached the pool, jumping in, clothes and all!



I stared, mouth wide open as the water around him remained still. As he entered the water, his body disappeared! Once immersed, there was no sign that he had entered the pool at all!!!

Now I was screaming! There are ghosts in the Natatorium!!!