My family moved into an old house in 2000, which we rented
from a family friend. As we were going through our walk
through she told me that there was a friendly ghost who
lived there and all he did was open or close the doors
sometimes, and then she laughed. I shrugged it off.
My daughter was two years old when she was playing in the
kitchen and came running into the livingroom where I was
watching television. She covered her head with her blanket
so I asked her what was wrong. She said, "There's a man
walking in the kitchen." Right at that exact moment my
cupboard door banged shut. I froze with fear and our saga
began.
Many little things would happen. Such as, footsteps being
heard upstairs when no one was home, television turning
channels or turning off completely, battery operated toys
going off when no one was playing with them or even near
them. No matter where I was in the house I always felt
someone over my shoulder. Except the bathroom, but as soon
as you opened the door it felt like someone was standing
there waiting for you to come out.
My daughter woke up one night and whispered my name. It was
amazing that I even heard her because I was an extremely
heavy sleeper and she slept on the upper floor of the house
while my husband and I slept on the main level. I laid
there for a minute and thought that maybe she was just
talking in her sleep. Reluctantly, I decided to check on
her and she was hiding under her blanket. I asked her what
was wrong and she pointed behind me and told me there was
someone standing behind me. I grabbed her, brought her
downstairs, and realized she had a really bad fever. I
think whatever was in her room was protecting her.
We finally decided to move out after the night my daughter
woke up with a blood-curdling scream. This was after we
moved our two daughters into one room and we took the other
room upstairs next to them (we did this because our daughter
was having trouble getting up to go the bathroom, she would
always wet the bed). I ran into her room before I even
realized what I was doing and ended up tripping over her
bed. It had somehow moved to the middle of the room. I
picked her up and brought her into my bedroom and she fell
back asleep immediately. It was then that I thought it was
really strange that no one else woke up to her screaming but
left the matter until morning. I woke up around six a.m.
and went to the bathroom when my daughter asked me to hurry
up and come back upstairs. When I asked why she said,"
Because I don't like that lady staring at me." I panicked,
went and grabbed her and brought her downstairs. I asked
her why she woke up screaming. She said because you put
walls up around my bed. I told her I didn't, she said that
daddy put walls up then. I told her this wasn't true and
she seemed to relax.
When I talked to my husband later that day I told him the
story and said we were moving. I was not going to do this
to my daughter anymore. Whatever was in her room that night
was moving her bed around and obviously not allowing her to
get off her bed. We moved after that but of course more
things happened in the house before we were able to actually
leave for good. My bed would shake, my alarm clock would go
off one hour before it was set, and my bedroom lamp went on
and off whenever it wanted, while I was laying in bed.
Since we've moved, my daughter has not been afraid of her
room at all. She wakes up in the middle of the night to go
to the bathroom and she'll play by herself. Every once in a
while, we'll drive by our old house and she'll say she
remembers that house. She doesn't like it there. She
doesn't remember why but she's glad we moved.
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