This story is actually my sister’s and mine. It took place in about 1973, I was ten and she was thirteen. We were staying at a family friend’s house in a small Massachusetts town (I can’t remember the name) near Salem, Lynn, Marblehead and Nahant. They had an old house that was a bluish gray color and they later told us that it was built between 1902 and 1906. We (sister and I) were playing hide and seek in the house. It had a basement, 1 floor, 2nd floor, and an attic. The second floor had 4 bedrooms and a closet in all but 1, a closet in the hall and a bathroom. Any ways, we found a crawl in tunnel in the attic; it had two entrances, one through a cabinet with two pull out drawers and one through one closet in the attic. In the tunnel, we found an old scrap book, and a knife. Also engraved in the wall was the word I think it was Carol 1951. I went to the owner of the house, they told us that Carol (or something like that) lived in a small house where the house I went to is now. Her grave was discovered when the built the house. She died in the year 1951, which was carved into the wall. Through out that trip we did many other things, including carving my name in a door and a wall in that attic. When I was there, I felt connected to the super natural in a strange sort of way.