I really and truly believe that my house is haunted.
I have lived in my house for 12 years. It had just been
built when we moved in, I was five. I'm not the only one in
my family that has heard voices and felt and seen things
they couldn't explain.
It all started with my mom, I was thirteen when this
happened.
My mom had been in our laundry room, washing clothes,
her back was to the door. It was pretty early in the
morning, my brothers and I were still asleep. She told me
this a couple days later. She said she felt someone
standing at the door of the laundry room and she thought it
was me or one of my brothers. She didn't turn around and
then she heard crying, "little boy crying", and she thought
it was probably Cameron, (my youngest brother, who is about
10 right now) and he'd had a bad dream. So, she turned
around and no one was there. She told me it gave her a
sickening feeling in her stomach when she had heard the
crying, it continued when she turned around. So she went
into the dining room, (which is connected onto the laundry
room, and the dining room and kitchen are connected too) to
look for "Cameron", still no one as she entered the dining
room, but the crying continued, sounding as if it was right
in the room with her. She told me this freaked her out so
bad that she ran to our bedrooms to see if we were still
sleeping, and we were all in our beds asleep.
After my mom told me about all of this I thought
she was crazy, or lying to me, but then my mom doesn't and
hasn't ever lied to me. Then I started thinking back on
how I have always felt someone in that laundry room and
sometimes in my room.
I can't remember exactly what came next in our
experiences. I remember one night I was dozing off in bed,
(I like to sleep lying on my stomach, so that is how I was
positioned that night) and I felt someone come right up to
my ear, I felt the hot breath on the side of my face and I
was awake then! But I didn't open my eyes because I was so
scared, and I voice, a mans voice said very loudly in my
ear "My Father!". I remember jumping up and looking around
my room, frantically. No one, of course.
And then there were many nights when I would just
settle into bed and I would hear this deep, heavy breathing
right beside my bed. I could tell it was a man. I would get
so upset, because that heavy breathing would keep my awake,
I would yell, "Go away! I want to sleep!" I would even
start praying, hoping me talking to God would make it
leave, it never worked. So after this had been going on for
several nights I called my brothers into my room to see if
they could hear it. My oldest/younger brother is Devin, and
he was about 10 at the time and then my youngest bother,
Cameron was 9. They came in and was like "what's up?" I
asked them if they could hear any breathing besides ours,
so I was like "Lets hold our breath and see, then." So we
did and, nope, they couldn't hear a thing but I could. HE,
the ghost, I named him Fred, decided he had had enough fun
and left the next night.
My mom took a very late shift at her job, so she
would get in about two in the morning. She said one morning
when she got home, we were all asleep, she went into the
bathroom and started taking off her jewelry and she heard
three people, men, having a conversation right outside the
door. She said one of them would say something and then the
other two would laugh, like they were telling jokes. She
also said they were muffled and she couldn't make out what
they were saying, like they were right outside the door but
really, far away. Don't make sense. She said she stood
there a little while listening to them and she finally got
tired of them being there and told them to go away, and
that she was tired and didn't want them there. They left.
I will always remember the time when I came home
really late one night from baby sitting for this new family.
When I got home no one was at the house, so I went inside
and locked the doors. I guess I was about 16, this happened
a year ago, and I was telling myself, "Everything will be
alright, the ghosts are not going to bother you." Well, I
went into the bathroom and shut the door. Wrong move. I was
taking off my jewelry and I heard a little boy say, out in
the hall, "Yes." It was as if he was answering me. I stood
there for like it seemed, thirty minutes. I looked in the
mirror and I was crying, I had started crying without even
knowing it. I started crying louder and louder, hoping that
HE would see how upset he made me and also so I could block
HIM out if HE said something else. Didn't work. HE, Sam,
started crying too. We sat there and cried for, I don't
know, another thirty minutes probably, and I stopped. A
minute later Sam stopped. I was thinking okay, this is
really dumb, here I am a 16 year old and I can't leave my
bathroom because I'm scared of some little boy ghost. So I
decided it was time to call someone and get out of here, so
I grabbed a weapon, hair spray, yes, very dumb, I know but it
was all I had. So I opened the door ran out of the bathroom
down the hall to the kitchen grabbed the phone and called
my mom. I was hysterical while I was on the phone with her
and she told me to calm down and repeat what I had just
blubbered. See, she had thought that I had said "They
touched me!" and she was thinking about the new people I
was baby sitting for! I was like no. "the ghosts talked to
me" My mom isn't afraid of the ghosts, they haven't given
her any more bad feelings and so she told me to calm down
and it would be okay, and to tell the ghosts to go away. I
was fine after talking to her and Sam nor Fred bothered me
for the rest of the night. They probably thought I'd have a
heart attack.
Oh, there was also this one time when all three of
of us, Devin, Cameron and I, heard Fred. We were standing
in the hall. Me and my brothers like to act, and act out
scenes from movies.
That day we were acting out a scene
from Harry Potter. Cameron had just said his line and then
a man, in my parents bedroom at the end of the hall, said
one word. I knew exactly what he said right when he said it
but then I looked over at Devin, (who is a nonbeliever in
ghosts) his eyes were as big as quarters! I asked
him, "Did you hear that?" He nodded his head yes and
screamed and ran out of the hall, me and Cameron following,
screaming because Devin was.
Devin will not admit that
he heard something, now.
Cameron is very sensitive to the ghosts too. One
day he came running in to my parents bedroom with a look
of "I just saw a ghost" on his face. He told me and Devin
he had been getting a bowl down from the cabinet, he saw
the reflection of a man in the bowl standing behind him.
Then another time he was sitting at the kitchen
table eating and he felt and saw a white streak of light go
right by him, and he heard children laughing. Now, Cameron
is a very quiet, keep to himself kind of boy and he doesn't
lie, and the look on his face when those things happened to
him was real terror.
To this day the ghosts are still in my house, and
I feel them but they have not made themselves known in any
other way, lately. I like too have the experiences because they are fun to tell but then again, Fred and Sam scare me.
Thank you for reading.
Be safe and remember, even though you can't see them, sometimes they are always there.
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