I know everyone starts out with the disclaimer that their
story is completely true, but in fact mine is. I'm still in
high school and if that makes my story any less true, then
so be it.
Over the summer back a few year my sister, mom, and I moved
into this gorgeous two story house. Our friend had owned it
earlier and so we felt totally at home in the house. Soon,
before we had finished unpacking things, my 13th birthday
came up. We decided a sleepover would be really good to
have especially since we hadn't put anything in one of the
rooms, making it perfect to lay out all the sleeping bags.
The day came and soon my friends and I were having the time
of our lives telling ghost stories just to see how scared
we could get. It was already dark and we had a huge picture
window showing only the street. In the middle of telling
another urban legend one of my friends began screaming.
After calming her down we were able to get out of her that
she had seen a floating mask outside the window with
glowing red eyes. We all dismissed the thought due to the
fact that we had been telling ghost stories. The evening
went on when suddenly there was a huge crash from the
kitchen. It sounded like someone had taken all of the
dishes out from the cupboards and dropped them on the floor.
Of course we screamed while my mother ran downstairs to
find absolutely nothing had been moved in the kitchen, none
the less broken. She then told us that it was probably just
the refrigerator and went back upstairs. By this time both
my friends and I were freaked out.
After a while we calmed
down and resumed girl talk. I began to get very tired and
happened to be watching one of the balloons sway back and
forth. Motion caught my eye and I watched something run
into the balloon. The balloon bounced like it had been hit
and suddenly popped. I ran over expecting to find a dart or
something that had been thrown at the balloon, but there was
nothing. Again we dismissed it and moved on. Very soon
after we heard a bloodcurdling scream emit from my sisters
room. Upon later discovery my mom ran into to find her in
hysterics about "the devil laying on her bed and grinning
at her evilly." My mom told us that she was probably just
seeing things, but in my heart I knew she wasn't and this
was just the beginning of what the house and
its "occupants" had in store for us.
Within days I began to realize that this house had to have
something wrong with it. Things would end up missing and we
would often find them out in the backyard. Footsteps could
be heard down the hall at night, definite footsteps.
Drapes would be pulled and released, and my radio with the
motion sensor would go crazy for no apparent reason. That's
when both my sister and I began to see things.
One night I was just about to fall asleep when I noticed a lady sitting
on the end of my bed. She was dressed in Victorian style
nightgown and had long curly hair. She was absolutely
beautiful, the only problem was she was not human. She was
a bluish color and almost glowed. It really freaked me out
so I did the thing any kid would do, put the covers over my
head and fell asleep.
Later on I was walking down the
stairs and to my complete surprise I saw a kid, the same
tint as the lady except he had knickers on, high socks, a
bucket with his books in it, and glasses. He seemed to
have seen me and ran straight out the front door, but it
was closed. My sister also mentioned to me seeing the man
figure she had once called the devil quite a bit. Finally
we moved out of the house and rented the house out to other
people. One of the people who lived in my house happened
to be my age and would often confide to me about the going
on of the ghosts in the house. Now we are thinking of
moving back in and I'm scared to death. I refuse to go back
to that house.
Contact me here: tiffygurl2005@hotmail.com
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