When I was younger we didn’t have the upstairs finished so my two older brothers and I had to take the second biggest room in the house. My mom took the smallest room. My great uncle went on a trip to California and my brother and I went to are dads.
When me and my middle brother came from are dads ( the reason my oldest brother didn’t go was because he was are half brother and was at his dads) are mom was a little scared she said the there was a man at the foot of her bed who wore a leather jacket and his hair flipped back. At the time I didn’t believe in ghosts so I made fun of her and said she was being hunted by the ghost of the 50s. Skip to 5 years I’m 15 now and the upstairs are finished my mom took the second biggest room and my two brothers took the two rooms upstairs. Read more “The Small Room”
As I’m typing this, the events I’ll be talking about happend three months ago and about a week and a half ago. As a bit of background information, I’m a almost fourteen year old male. The house I currently live in my family is the first family or anybody to live in this house, which makes this story that much more chilling. In my family I have a brother, my mother, my father, our family german Shepard and occasionally my sister in the house, but when these events take place she was out of the house.
The first of these very strane events happend close to the middle of June in 2016, one night around 11:10 P.M I was in my bedroom and in my room between my bed and the wall, there is about one inch of space. And in a clear as day voice I heard a voice I recognized say my name from right behind me, almost in my ear. For me the scariest part about this voice was the fact that it was the voice of my first ever friend, who I met ten years ago in kindergarten but who also moved away about three months later so I didn’t get to know her that well. When I heard it I sat up instantly like a bow when the string is released. I looked around me in the darkness of my room and saw absolutely nothing. But that wasn’t nearly the creepiest part, that was to come the next night. Read more “Ghost of a Special Person”