Well, I think I will start this off by telling you a bit
about myself. I am mostly a normal teenager. I totally do
not believe in ghosts or spirits. I am a very smart and
practical person, receiving straight A awards in school my
whole life. However, to this day I still cannot explain the
events that happened at my aunt's house.
My aunt lives in a pretty big house that was built in the
1890's in Freeport, New York on Long Island. I live in Las
Vegas, but since my father left my mom, I dont' have a dad,
so I spend the summers at my grandparents' house. They live
up the street from my aunt, so on a normal week I spend a
few days at my aunt's house.
Well, from what I know is that my aunt's boyfriend's family
lived there for the last fourty years, but nobody knows
about the house before that. I would have to admit there are
a few weird aspects of the house itself. One weird aspect is
this odd crawl space in the basement. They have a full size
basement, but when you go down the stairs, to the left there
is a painted over openable window, revealing a small
crawl space. I found that weird, since there already is a
large basement.
Now to the weird stuff. It started when I spent the night
one day at my aunt's house. I was sleeping on the floor in
my cousin Alex's bedroom. It was a hot night and they didn't
have an air conditioner, so the windows in his room were
open. I woke up suddenly in the night and felt a bit cold.
Alex was busy sleeping and I heard my aunt and her boyfriend
watching television in their bedroom. The next thing I knew
was the storm windows slammed shut really loud and almost
broke the windows, but did crack them. I went under the
blankets and fell back asleep scared.
A few weeks later I wanted to see what the attic looked like
since I never been up there. Alex said he would show me, so
he opened up the door to the attic and we walked up the
stairs. When we got up there, I seen an absolutely weird
sight. The insulation of the walls up there were torn out
and it looked like blood or red paint were wiped across the
walls with weird writings. There were only three rooms. You
come into the first room, then you can go to the second
room, then the third, but to get back to the first room, you
have to go back through the second. It was like a semi
circle. Well, the third room was a dark purple room. The
windows were covered up and there was a lot of dust
everywhere. Alex said he felt like going back downstairs
again. It was very very hot in the attic, but all of a
sudden I got a chill. Then I turned around and seen what
looked like a man kind of faint or blurry looking at me. I
screamed and rushed back through the second room, then the
first, then I ran back down the stairs.
After we made it back down, Alex starting screaming and
panicking himself. All of a sudden he broke out with rashes
everywhere all over him. I rushed into the bathroom and
tried to find something to help him. However, they didn't
have anything. This was especially weird because of all the
times Alex went up there, he never went into the third room
and he never had an allergic break-out. he had hives and
everything. When my aunt went up there to investigate, she
did not that there was pencil all over the wall, but no red
paint. Alex went up there with her and he didn't break out
in hives that time. But we could have sworn we seen that red
paint or blood!
Well, I know something is up there. Last Christmas, I went
to New York to spend Christmas there. Ever since those
windows slammed shut in Alex's room, I don't want to sleep
in there. So when I spent Christmas Break at my aunt's house
(My grandmother passed away a month back so it was too hard
for me to stay at my grandfather's house) I stayed in my
baby cousin's room (Robby). Robby is always telling me that
he hears monsters and sees monsters in his room, but I never
believe him since he is only three. However, when I stayed
in his room, I woke up in the middle of the night to weird
noises. It sounded like foot steps above the ceiling coming
from the attic. I would always every once in a while hear
these noises from the attic, but I have never again went up
there.
But wait! It doesn't stop there either! On Christmas night,
it was snowing, and since I live in Vegas, I dont' see snow
that often. So I went outside and decided to run around in
the snow. It wasn't that dark out since there are street
lamps. Then I looked up at their attic. I realized that
there was no windows up there! Yes no window! The windows in
their attic are small little squares near the floor as the
roof is at an angle so in order to get next to a window, you
have to bend over. I ran in the house and told my aunt's
boyfriend. Him, Alex, and I all went up to check it out.
Sure enough, the little square windows were some how pulled
out of their sockets, but there was no wind so it couldn't
have been the wind. It just happened because there wasn't
that much snow that was steadily coming in the window. As we
were looking at the window trying to figure out what
happened, the light bulb went out. Instantly we were plunged
into darkness. I thought I heard a floor board creak from
the third room, so I quickly ran down the stairs. My cousin
Alex and I were terrified.
Well, do you believe in ghosts? Somehow I still do not want
to believe in ghosts, but I do think I seen something not
human in that third room that day and there WAS red paint or
blood on the walls. All I know is that every once in a while
I hear somebody walking up there, but I would never go back
up there again.
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