I have quite a few experiences that I am planning to tell,
so I suppose I'll begin with the first one I remember. It
was summer of 1998 or 1999, and my parents had gone out of
town on business. My younger sister, younger brother, and
I were left at my grandmother's house for the weekend.
First of all, my grandmother lived in a tiny house with
two bedrooms. One bedroom was hers, the other was my
grandfather's. (They got along fine...he just slept in a
hospital bed due to a stroke he had a few years
beforehand.) So my siblings and I were sleeping on the
living room floor. It was a few hours before sunrise, and
I had been awakened by a nightmare. I had trouble falling
back asleep, so I thought that I would have better luck in
the dining room, where my grandmother had put an extra
couch that wouldn't fit in the living room. As I laid my
head down on the armrest of the couch, I noticed that the
space between the door and the doorframe--where the hinges
were--was glowing a twilight-blue color. Curious, I put
my eye to the space and was met with a girl who resembled
me...but slightly prettier (Hmph!) and she was glaring
very very VERY malevolently. Needless to say, being very
young at the time, I bolted right out of the dining room
and didn't sleep a wink for the rest of the night. I told
my sister the next morning, who told my grandmother, and
even though she is one of the most superstitious people I
know, she told me that ghosts weren't real.
I brushed it
off as a product of an overactive imagination until just
last year, when I was in the bathroom washing my hands,
and as I glanced up to look in the mirror, I saw the girl
again standing behind my right shoulder.
Well, my sister has had her share of experiences as well.
When she told me of them, she was positive that it was all
true, but now she denies that anything has happened. But
one day during the summer of 2002, I went into my sister's
room to get my clothes. (I don't use my own closet for
some odd reason) I walked out and came back after I had
changed, and my sister told me that she had seen a little
boy holding my hand as I was leaving her room. She drew
me a sketch to elaborate on his appearance, and he was a
Caucasian boy of perhaps 8 years with a slightly overgrown
bowl-cut hairstyle. It sent a chill down my spine, and I
convinced myself and my sister that she was just probably
tired and was half-dreaming. However, about a year later,
she saw that same boy again...this time in the downstairs
bathroom. He "saw" her enter and ran away, disappearing
into the opposite wall. My sister has also seen
other "things" as well, such as animals that are there one
second and gone the next, and a man in a "butler-style"
tuxedo standing next to our garage outside. A lot of her
sightings have been centered around our family's home and
the house across the street.
My scariest experience was when I was sleeping on a
Saturday morning and was awakened by a loud, booming
voice. The entity to which it belonged was traveling down
the hallway outside of my bedroom towards my sister's
room. It seemed to be counting, "Thirteen, sixteen, two,
two, two!" (The numbers may be wrong...) Then the door at
the end of the hallway slammed. It was either my sister's
or the bathroom. But when I got up to investigate, I
found that both doors were open. Later on, I took my
digital camera and snapped pictures of the hallway at
various angles. Upon examination of one particular
photograph with a light fixture in it, I noticed that
there was something strange about the light. I went back
to the light fixture and saw that two of the light bulbs
were burned out, leaving only one lit. In the picture,
two light bulbs were lit, and one light was slightly larger
than the other. I zoomed in on the image of the
light bulbs, and saw that the larger light was not
generated from the light bulb at all, but actually seemed
like an orb. I regret deleting the picture in a state of
fear, because otherwise I would have included it with this
story.
My family is the first and only family to have lived in
this house, so I doubt that it has enough
emotional 'imprints' to allow for a phenomenon as dramatic
as a haunting to occur. But we do have various objects in
our home that could be causing these strange happenings.
As for the ghost I saw in my grandma's house and in my
bathroom years later, I have one theory. My aunt told me
that before I was born, my mother miscarried. I would
have had a sister.
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