The house I live in has been in my family for about 40 years. My grandmother moved here when she was 10. Many family members have died in this house, and also people who lived here before my family. Many strange things have happened, such as an Indian chanting in my uncles room, a phone ringing in the oven, hearing footsteps on the stairs, TV's and radios turning on and off by themselves, etc. We have always felt there were spirits in this house. I myself am 15, and have encountered some of these strange happenings. But the one that shook me up the most was a man who visited me 2 times.
The first time was when I was about 4, he was on the stairs, Sort of floating. He looked like a homeless person, sort of old, long hair, had a white glow around him and he sat Indian style. I just stood there very scared, not knowing who or what he was. He was only there for a moment then my grandmother came around the corner and he vanished. I told her about him and she told me he was a spirit.
The next time I saw him I was about 8 or 9. I was sleeping in my grandmothers room, and he appeared on the side of the bed, looking the same as he did the first time I saw him, only he was floating much higher in the air. He said 'Help me Alana' I jumped out of bed and started crying and screaming for my grandma to turn the light on. She woke up, turned on the lights, and he was gone. She said he wasn't there to hurt me, that maybe he thought I could help him, with what I don't know. That was the last time I saw him. I wish he would visit me again. I often wonder what he needed my help with, whether he got help, or who he was even. Now that I think back, it makes me feel sad, and now I might not ever know who he was.