Ghost Watching Over Our Couch

By ItsLeAshton

Hey. First off, this story isn’t as scary as most stories on your channel, but it still is one of the most frightful things I’ve ever experienced. Here’s some backstory. I am a 14, almost 15 year old guy named Ashton, and I live in a medium-sized city in British Columbia, Canada with my Mom, Dad, Younger Sister, and Maternal Grandma. Now, I’ve never been one to really believe in the paranormal and ghosts and such, but that all changed when we bought a couch from an estate sale about 6 to 8 years ago. We were out looking for garage sales one day in around 2009 or so, and we came across this estate sale in a populated, yet creepy neighbourhood. My mom basically buys anything vintage or antique, so… She had her eye on an antiquish, maybe 50-60 year old white couch. Keep in mind, this was not a regular garage sale, this was an estate sale. Trust me, that is very relevant. Anyway, she ends up purchasing it, and her and my dad borrow one of my dad’s co-worker’s trucks, and go back up to the house to pick it up later in the day. So they bring it home, and it’s all okay for the first bit.

The first time we noticed something really creepy about it was around 8 months later in early 2010. Me and my sister were sitting on the very couch we bought, watching TV with Cranberry juice, when I accidentally spilled some of my cranberry juice on the couch. This couch was white, so that would’ve stained it if it wasn’t treated carefully. Unfortunately, the stain was never removed. Fast forward about 2 or 3 hours later. I was going downstairs to eat dinner, and as I was walking by the couch, it almost felt like something passed through me at that very moment. I just shook it off as nothing, and I swear to god, not even 5 seconds later, I heard the sound of the floor creaking 4 or so feet behind me. I turn around, nothing or nobody is there. I continue making my way, and the rest of the day turns out alright. Then, about 2 weeks later, I woke up in the middle of the night at around [2:30] AM because I heard very light footsteps by the couch. Let me tell you about the layout of the rooms. My room is seperated from everyone else’s rooms. My room is right next to the living room, and to get to my parents to tell them what was going on, I’d have to walk either through the kitchen, or the living room, both of which are right beside each other. After walking through one of those 2 rooms, it would take me to the hallway, and at the end of the hallway are my mom and dad’s room, and my sister’s room. My grandma sleeps downstairs. Anyway, basically, if I needed help, I’d be screwed. So, I end up falling back to sleep very easily surprisingly, even though I can get easily scared by almost anything.

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