When my father first got this house, I thought that it was going to be a new start for our lives. The owner warned us that some things have been going on that no one can explain. She told us that the people that lived in the house before saw something strange. My father thought that it was just the neighborhood and the crazy people that live in it.
Well the first year was pretty fun. Then one morning I was in the house by myself and I was cleaning. Well I had just gotten out of the bathroom with a basket of dirty clothes. I sat the basket down and shut the door. Then I took the basket of clothes halfway down the steps when all of a sudden the door came open. My heart was pounding. I thought to myself that it was just the wind so I left the door open. The next day my sister and I were in my room watching television and the door came open again. My sister and I bulged our eyes at each other trying to ignore it. Then the door kept closing and opening by itself for about five seconds. We just sat there and looked frightened. I didn't know what was going on so I dashed downstairs with my sister behind me. I ran outside to the sidewalk and stared at the window. Nothing was there. Then a neighbor came up and told my sister and I not to worry. He said,"They are friendly if you pretend to ignore them." I asked what he was talking about and he said, "Ghosts." Being a person not believing in ghosts, I ignored him.
The next week my father told me that he saw something white in his bedroom. He didn't explain it that much. He sent a specialist over to check the bedrooms. In my bedroom he saw a black spot on the wall. I know that black spot on the wall wasn't there the day before. I touched it and it was freezing. My father decided to move out so we did. I am glad that I don't have to live thought that nightmare again.