The first day I moved into my new house I knew something
was strange. When I went into my room to unpack my
belongings, I was feeling very scared for no reason at all,
I never thought much of it at first but it kept getting
stronger so I ran out of my room.
I stayed out of my room
and stayed out for a couple weeks until my parents made me
switch rooms with my brother. A couple days later my
brother ran out of the room in the middle of the night
screaming and when my mum asked what happened he had said
that four headless people were standing around his bed and
he was hearing voices telling him to get out of their
house.
I thought he had too much sugar or was on drugs of
some sort but then I realized the next day that he was not.
I was in the bathroom and I opened the door and I saw a
head of a boy about the same age as me on the floor looking
at me with very wide eyes, I was very frightened and ran
outside and stayed there for four hours until my parents
came home.
Everyday my brother would sleep in my room and
wake me up in the middle of the night and would tell me
that a person was walking in down the hall and into my old
room. He would tell me this everyday and I would never
believe him.
About a week later I could not sleep, it was
about two o'clock in the morning and I saw a person walk up
the stairs, down the hall and into my old room. I was very
freaked out and woke up my brother. Together we grabbed a
flash light and walked into the room. We stayed at the door
because we were too scared to go any deeper and then it
became tremendously cold. My brother and I stood there for
about twenty seconds and both of us at the same time got
pushed back very hard into the hall and the door slammed
shut by itself and the temperature went back to normal.
The
next day we told our parents and of course, they said that
we had too much of a imagination but after we left I
overheard them arguing about telling us about something, I
could not hear them very well but it was something about a
murder suicide. After I heard that I ran off.
While my
brother and I were watching television, my mum came and
told us that they had also seen headless people and a man
walking down the hall. We sat down and talked for a while
and I found out that my brother, mum and dad had many more
experiences that I knew about.
My brother and mum both said
they had heard someone telling them to get out of their
house on many occasions. We were talking for about thirty
minutes and a pot flew off the table and missed my dads
head by an inch. We went to a restraunt after that and my
mum told us that just before we moved in, a man came into
the previous owners house with a butcher knife and beheaded
the two kids and the parents and then slit his own throat.
My mum never told us about it because she did not want to
scare us. I understood everything after that except the man
walking down the hall.
We moved out after that conversation
and my brother still gets goose bumps talking about the
headless ghosts.
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