To all readers, this might be a little
scary (especially to under aged viewers).
One day, my family and I bought this apartment,
so we went in, and looked around. I thought that
the place was a little creepy, but I thought I'd
give it a chance.
That same night, my father came home from
work, and he sat down on the couch to watch TV.
My sister and I shared a room with bunk beds,
while my brother had a room right across from
our's. We were all sound asleep. Then my dad saw
a little white figure that looked exactly like
my brother! Then my dad said "John, go to bed",
but the boy seemed to stay. "JOHN, GO TO BED!",
my dad said again. The boy stayed.
My dad got up, and went to the hall nervously.
He saw that there was nothing there, so he went
into John's room, and saw that John was SNORING!!!
My father witnessed the ghost of a
little boy.
The next night my father got my mother to go
in the living room and watch TV with him. He had
told her about the ghost, and naturally, he
wasn't believed. So he showed her.
They were
sitting on the couch, when my dad saw the figure
in the corner of his eyes. He told my mother to
look, so she did. Obviously, she thought it was
John. So she said "John, go to bed". It didn't
move. Then my mother went into John's room and
saw that he was sound asleep.
MY MOTHER WITNESSED THE GHOST BOY TOO.
I always believed my dad when he told us
these kind of stories. My dad and I are big
believers of the paranormal.
One night, my sister and I went to bed and
we left the door open. At around three o` clock
in the morning, we heard some footsteps and
laughing in the hallway, but since our door was
open, we saw nothing. Half of the time, I would
see shadows on the wall, and pray to god that it
was mom or dad.
JoHn had this toy truck up in his closet
facing sideways so it wouldn't fall down. One
day, we heard a big BANG in John's room. All
three of us ran to mom and dad's room screaming
like we were being killed. My dad went into
John's room and found that the toy truck was on
the ground.
Freaked out, all of us ran out of the
apartment and sold it.
When this happened I was 5. I am 10 now,
so you could say that was five years ago.
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