This started when my uncle got engaged to his girlfriend
and they searched for a bigger house to accommodate the two
of them, his three sons, her son, and my sister who was
staying with him at the time.
They found one that was perfect, nice and big and in their price range. The one
drawback is that the house was old and as the owner
said "Haunted by three young children". My uncle's fiance
is a psychic/medium type person and had no problem with it
so they got ready to move in.
Throughout the move there were many occurrences of laughing, giggling, running
footsteps from the top floor. The first time my sister took
me to this house, I got chills just from looking at it, she
pulled around to the back to park the car and I looked up
and saw a very very old tree house... the tree house was up
very high and the wood was decaying, it was kind of like a
big open deck, only at the top of a tree. It gave me the
creeps really bad.
Things continued in that way, just footsteps from time to
time, giggling, children's voices during the night. Tapping
on the windows outside. It was certainly a haunted house.
My sister has a son, that at this time was 3 years old. He
started talking to people in his bedroom and when asked who
he was talking to he said "My friends" then after a
while... he became terrified of his bedroom and started
sleeping in my sister's bed every night.
One day when I was over there babysitting I sent him in his room to get a book
to read he went in there and just started screaming, when I
ran in and got him he told me his friend hurt him.
I told my sister she needs to keep him out of that room,
something in there was hurting him, so she did, and brought
all his clothes and toys into her bedroom until we could
figure out what to do about his bedroom.
A week or two later while the two of them were in the kitchen eating
breakfast, her son was staring out the window at the
tree house for a long time without saying anything. She told
him to hurry and eat because they had to get going. So he
took a few bites of cereal and said "Mommy... Nicholas is
scared." She looked at him, concerned... He didn't know
anyone named Nicholas. "Why is he scared?" she asked. He
looked back outside at the tree house and said "He climbed
into the tree house, and he fell down. Nicholas is
bleeding." After he said that he looked at something next
to the back door that my sister couldn't see and he became
terrified.
Needless to say we never made him go into his room again
and my sister moved out of there not too long after that.
That room is now inhabited by my cousin's friend that is
staying in their house, yes, my uncle and them still live
there to this day.
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