The Haunting At Ruby's House

One time I was at my friend's house, Ruby, and I swear there was someone, or something living in her house. It was about a year ago, and I was going to her house for the first time. We were playing around with her camera, and we heard the door shut loudly. I turned around to see who had shut the door, but no one was there. Ruby went into the hallway to see if her mom was the one to slam the door, but no one was there. Her mom was on the second floor, in her room watching T.V. I was starting to get freaked out, but I thought I was just imagining things like always. We sat on her bed, and we turned on her camera.

We were recording our conversation, since it was really funny. We decided to watch our recording, but when we played it, all that showed was black and white lines, like when you turn the T.V. To the wrong input or channel. It was also making a weird noise. Then we listened to it again, and I swore that I could hear a voice in the background. I thought it said something like "get out." But I wasn't sure. I thought it was so cheesy that it would say "get out" because I mean come on! Don't they always say that in old horror movies and stuff? I thought it was still pretty creepy, but I thought that maybe she was playing a trick on me. So I just ignored it.

We watched movies and had fun for the rest of the night, and when it was time to go to sleep, I had a little trouble because my imagination was eating me alive. I hate having an over-active imagination. I was scared that I was alone, considering Ruby was already asleep. I knew that if something did come after me, no one would be able to save me. I eventually fell asleep, but I woke up a couple of times. One time I woke up, I swear something was sitting on the bed. I could see a mark on the bed where someone would have been sitting. I woke up Ruby, and I couldn't even talk I was so freaked out. It wasn't there anymore when we looked back at the corner of the bed where I saw it. She said that maybe my imagination was getting to me, and we both fell asleep. When we woke up in the morning, we opened the window to get some air in her bedroom.

Then we saw this red Frisbee in her front yard, that wasn't hers or anyone she knew. I asked her whose it is, and she didn't know. So we were playing with some glitter, and we put it away in a drawer and locked it. Then we went to go eat breakfast. We had a conversation about how she thought that her house was haunted, and I agreed with her. She told me about a story that happened to her a week before, and it scared the crap outta me. It went like this:

"...Well I was going to bed, it was like 11:30, and I was in my bed and my mom was in the living room. I was about to fall asleep when my bed started shaking violently. I was about to fall out of it. My mom came running into the room, and the shaking stopped. I was on the far side of my bed, and I was so scared I almost peed myself. 'What's wrong?' my mom asked. She was standing in the doorway when the door slammed on her and I could hear her hit the floor. I couldn't open the door either, it wouldn't move. So I went to the window and tried to open it, it opened, and grabbed my phone before I jumped out. Then I ran to my aunt's house and she let me in. I called my mom and she didn't pick up, so I left a message on the receiver. I was scared as hell..."

I was so scared when she told me that. "Why are you here then? I would be so scared I wouldn't even come back here hahah." I said. We went back to her room, and across the hallway, there were sparkles all over the floor, and the container was rolling across the floor. We had locked them in the drawer, and we were home alone. We were scared to death, but I thought it was kind of funny. They weren't doing anything to us, just trying to scare us. It wasn't a threat. Then we went back to her room and the door was shut really tight. We had left it wide open. And the Frisbee was on her bed under the blankets. Now I thought that someone had come inside of her house and I ran outside. The screen was still on the window, and it couldn't have come off, they were nailed on. How did the Frisbee get on her bed if it couldn't have come through the window? And how was it shut so hard? It's been months and we still can't get her window open. She still lives there, and she's had many encounters with whatever is living there with her and her family.