A lot of scary stuff has happened in my life, and even though this happened to me about 12 years ago I can still remember as if it happened yesterday.
When I was 8-years-old, my family and I went to my uncles wedding in Mexico. When the wedding was over my uncle had arranged for us to stay at a friends house.
When we arrived at his friends house (we'll call her Maria) she introduced us to one of her maids and told her to take us to one of the rooms.
We walked along a long stretch of hall and at the end there was a series of rooms. There was probably eight rooms altogether and they all looked like they were occupied, except for one which gave me the creeps. It was towards the end, it looked very ominous, and I didn't like the idea of spending the night there but we didn't have any choice all of the other ones were occupied. So the maid took us to that room.
We found that the room had been deserted for a while since most of the furniture had been covered in blankets, the maid brought an oil lamp with her since the lights were not working that night. We got the bed ready and we all went to sleep in the same bed. My Mom, Dad and brother who was 5 at the time all shared.
I was finally dozing off when all of a sudden we heard the dogs bark and howl, and of course we didn't really pay much attention to it since it was normal in Mexico for this kind of thing to happen.
After what seemed like 20 minutes the dogs stopped barking and howling and then we heard something else. It sounded like someone was walking on top of the roof! My dad said that it was probably raining and that we shouldn't worry, but the footsteps were getting louder and louder so my dad decided to go outside to check it out.
He checked outside but the skies were clear and there was no sign of any living person outside or on the roof, so he came back to bed and he reassured us that everything was fine.
I couldn't sleep since I could still hear those footsteps, but then they stopped, they were no longer outside!... they were inside the room! and somehow "it" was moving the furniture around, because you could hear the furniture squeaking. It was making the most horrible noise and we could hear "it" breathing. My brother screamed and so did I, thats when it happened, someone or "something" grabbed the bed by its sides and pulled one of the mattresses out, making us all fall onto the floor. I felt like I was going to die of fear, my dad grabbed my brother and my mom grabbed me and we all ran out of the room screaming like crazy.
We found Maria right outside scolding the maid for taking us to that particular room, she too heard us screaming and her face looked very pale. As soon as she saw us she apologized and offered to take us to another place where we could spend the night. She never gave us an explanation of what was in there or what happened.
The next day we told the story to my Uncle. His face was white, he didn't believe my parents. An elderly person was sitting at the table listening to us, and then he said those words that still haunt me to this day, he said that around 1890's a group of people had burned a lady that had supposedly practiced black magic in the area. She had killed many people as a sacrifice to Satan. She promised as she was being burned to haunt anyone that came across her path!
My family and I still remember the story vividly!
No one believes us and I don't expect you to believe me. Thanks for taking the time to read it.