It was about 4 years ago, so I would of been 12. My mum
and dad went next door to a birthday party so I was left in my
house, downstairs in the living-room, with the company of a
big bag of crisps and a rented video. I was quite happy
there and wasn't really scared of the dark. I cant quite
remember the time but I know it was late. I haven't got any
pets or brothers/sisters so I knew no-one else was in the
house apart from me.
Well, after about 45mins into the film
I heard a loud bang upstairs like a brick being slammed on
the floor. Of course it made me jump, and I can tell you now
I have never been so frightened in my life. The first
thought that went through my mind was that there was a
burglar. So I got up and turned the light on, I left the
living room and went to the bottom of the stairs. The
lights weren't on in the rest of the house, I didn't want to
turn the lights on just in case it was a burglar. My dad kept
a golf club behind the front door so I picked it up and
waited to see if I could hear anything. I waited for about
5 mins, then I heard a noise like someone was rummaging
through some plastic bags. If it was a burglar, he wont
hurt me because I'm only a little girl. So I started going
up the stairs, The rustling of the bags started again but
more quiet. I went strait to my room and turned the light
on, that way I could see everything much more clearly. I
looked in every room and there was nothing, all the windows
were shut. I went back into my mum and dads room and on the
floor were some empty plastic bags. It was darker in mum
and dads room because there room was further away from
mine. After convincing myself there was nothing there, I
SAW a hand against the wall I was facing. Still holding the
golf club I ran downstairs and outside. I was crying by
then and started calling my mum. She didnt hear me so I had
to knock on the next door neighbours door. Debbie (the woman
who's birthday it was) wanted to know what was wrong
but I just wanted my mum.
When I told her she didn't believe me and asked me if I was dreaming. Debbie who had lived
in the house next to ours for many years, and we had only
lived in our house about 2 years, told my mum and dad that
the people who lived there before us were a quite a young
couple. The mother of the woman that lived there went very
ill and would see things that weren't really there. The
daughter had refused to put her in any kind of home so she
went to live in the house with the couple where she passed
away.
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