This story must of happened around 7-8 years ago when I
was very young. My parents would tell me it was all my
imagination, but I know for a fact that I was NOT dreaming.
It all started on a normal night. My mum as normal had taken me to bed and
was setting up my tape-player as I liked listening to
music while I was trying to sleep. I very much remember
this part of the experience, I was just dozing off when my
tape started to go all funny and squeaky, so, as any child
would, I got out of bed and switched it off. I then called
my mum and asked her to check the batteries. She told me
they couldn't have run out because she had just put them
in so she just switched it back on and it began to work
normally again, so I got back to bed and closed my eyes.
I listened to mum walking down the stairs and close the
living room door, as soon as she did the player went all
squeaky again but this time I tried to ignore it. After a
while it went back to sounding normal so I relaxed a
little. About five minutes later the whole thing just
suddenly switched off. Again I got out of bed and started
to shake the player, I then realised that the switch by
the plug had been turned off by someone, or something. By
now, as you can imagine I was totally freaked out so I
yelled for my mum again. She came upstairs and put the
tape player away in my drawer. After that I managed to get
to sleep.
I woke up later for no reason at all and when everyone
else was asleep. All of a sudden I heard a tap on my door
and my eyes darted over. There, coming from underneath the
door was a white mist, it was just creeping under my door
into my bedroom. I lay there terrified and watch it seep
through. After a while the mist was just bobbing in front
of my wardrobe, which is by my door. It suddenly started
to kind of transform into the shape of a person, apart
from that, this 'thing' had holes in the shape, like empty
spaces all in the body. I screamed down the house and both
my parents came bursting in the room. The mist had
just...vanished.
I never really thought about it until today really so the
other week I went to the library and looked up some
history on my house. I didn't find alot but the one thing
I did find out was that sixty years ago a man was shot in
my house seven times and died, obviously.
When I told my mum about this she really freaked and put
the house up for sale straight away. I never went in that
room again so I moved into the spare room, and I never saw
the spirit again.
Thank-you for reading my story and I hope you enjoyed it!
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