My Haunted Story

My name is Chelsea. I have grown up in a small town, Auburn Massachusettes and I have lived at the same place for nineteen years now. Recently I found out that my house is 100 years old and that it was one of the only houses on my street back in the 1900's. Everything surrounding my house before I lived here, was farmland. In my basement, there is a bomb shelter and also evidence of my house burning down at one point. I also heard that my house wasn't the only house to burn down on my street. In the 1970's, almost every house that was on the street had burned down without any clue as to why they did. My parents had not bought the house until 1990 and I was born 1992. My parents had completely rebuilt the house and my dad filled in the bomb shelter with pavement and welded it shut. There was also a well down there at one point but my dad took that out as well. Ever since I was a little girl, creepy things have been happening to me and my sister. I remember when I was 13 years old, I had a nightmare so I started walking into my living room to go upstairs into my parents room so they would comfort me. While I was walking up the stairs to my parents room, I saw a little girl standing on the stairs with long brown braided hair and she also had a bonnet on her head. She was wearing a white shirt and shorts and she looked like she was about 9 years old. She smiled at me and I smiled back at her, with suspicion because I felt that she was not real. I asked her who she was and she just looked at me with no response. I moved my hand out and tried to touch her but my hand went right through her like heavy air. She still didn't go away when I tried to touch her. I then realized that she was a spirit and I ran upstairs crying and told my parents what had happened to me.

My parents didn't believe me of course, but after that day, I saw more and more of her. I started feeling unwelcome in my own house. I knew that she was a nice spirit, but there was more then just her. And the more I talked about everything, bad things started happening. I remember one night, I had a sleep over with my friend Nicole. I was telling her all of the things that were happening to me. After I told her my stories, we ended up falling asleep. The next morning, I heard a loud bang in my sister's room. I walked into her room and found her on the floor and her left eyeball was bleeding. She fell and hit her eye on the corner of her computer desk. She had to go to the hospital to get surgery. On that same day, I was walking down the cellar stair and I fell. But it wasn't just a fall. It felt like someone had actually pushed me down the stairs and I almost banged my head on the wall but I stopped it with my hand. After that had happened, my dad came home from having dinner with his close friend Shawn. When he was out to dinner, he had chocked on a piece of steak and almost died. If it were not for a guy that had been working there that night, my dad wouldn't be here. I have been afraid to talk about these things with anyone else since that day. I feel like they were warning me by harming my two family members and then me.

But it gets creepier... One night, I left the door open between me and my sisters room. I usually did this on nights that she was home because she was scared. That same night, I ended up having a bad dream and woke up around 3 am. My t.v. Was off and my room was completely dark. I looked into my sisters room and in the crack of the door, there was this dark figure. It was darker than night. The figure had glowing yellow eyes and sharp teeth. It was staring at me; I was staring at whatever it was as well. I started looking closely because I didn't believe it was there. I felt like my mind was playing tricks on me. But as I looked closer at it, it started walking towards me. It got closer and closer and I got so scared that I looked away for a second. When I looked back, it was in the middle of my room. I jumped out of bed, turned on my light and it was gone. I haven't slept with that door open between our rooms ever since that happened. Whatever that was, it was real. And it was after me...