When I was a young boy, we used to live in this old house that was at least 60 years old (maybe 70 now...) When we moved there, it was a big place with a big backyard. I thought it would be the coolest house ever, but it turned out not to be.
The first year, everything was fine, nothing really happened except when we found out that the last owners died of unknown causes. We weren't to scared but lived life as normal and such. So, about after a year and a half of living there, we started hearing some things. We thought it was the neighbour's cat or dog scratching at the fence or doing something annoying. Then the summer came, and this is really when things started getting worse; doors closing by themselves, the dryer and washer going on and off, a chandelier falling from the roof, almost crushing my sister. We were really scared, so we called an electrician to see what was going on with our house. He came over and checked everything, even the unnecessary things, and said that there were no shortages, or broken wires. So at that point all of us looked at each other and agreed to call the nearby priest.
He set a tape recorder inside our house and said to stay in a nearby hotel for the next couple of nights, to see what it picked up.
After a week we drove home, and went inside. Everything was jumbled in a mess, the TV was on the floor, and books looked like they were thrown across the room. We searched for the tape recorder and finally found it. We didn't want to listen to it. We gave it too the priest the next morning and went home. The priest came over the next morning with scared and sad looking eyes. He showed us the tape. It sounded like a girl was screaming the first couple of seconds and then we heard whispering. We were terrified. He then poured holy water all around the house and left as fast as he could. We have had more experiences over the last year until we finally gave up after a year and moved.
I just wanted to share with you one of the worst experiences I've had in my life.
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