When I was about 5, I lived in a big white house. I can remember a lot about this house. Especially what went on. This house had a big back yard with a big tree and woods. When we first moved in we went into the back woods and found human skulls and voodoo dolls in the trees. At night we would all sleep in my room; my dad, mom, sister and I on my bunk beds. Me and dad would sleep on top, mom and sister on bottom. We did this because every other room in the house was crazy cold at night.
In the middle of the night we would all wake up and hear voices and banging on the floor. It sounded like a broom stick pounding on the ground. One night my mother and father got into a fight. My dad ended up sleeping on the couch. In the middle of the night he woke up and saw someone looking at him through the blinds. He chased this person into the woods. He couldn't find the guy. We split and catagorized the woods into 2 different sections, bad and good. We called the "bad" side bad because when we would take pictures we would see squiggly lines and stuff in the pictures. During a storm the whole good side got knocked down. Every tree. The bad side was perfectly fine.
We had a little fort in the trees in the bad side that we would always see figures in in pictures, too. We would always see someone in the tire swing if we took pictures of that, too. It would sometimes swing back and forth at night. When we left this house during the day we would have all the lights off. When we would come back every single light and tv would be on and cupboards would be open. (Trust me, we experimented!) People we know would call us sometimes asking if we were home because they saw people in the windows and on the porch when the cars were gone. It was the end for this house when I was pushed down the stairs. We moved out of this house and into another house.
At this house is where my crazy dreams started. I would always dream the same dream at least 3-5 times a week. In this dream I would be walking through the dining room into the kitchen. On the way through was the door down to the basement and out of the house. I would stop at the door and look down and someone would be watching me. I would sit there staring trying to scream but nothing would come out. My mom said she would always find me scratching at the back door or scratching at a corner. She says I would always say shady was after me while I was trying to get out the back door. She would also say I would try to scratch her and when I was trying to do this my eyes would appear to be red.
In the basement we would tell scary stories, my dad, mom, sister and I. That's where we kept one of the skulls from the past house in a box in a back little crawl space. I never got up enough guts to go into that crawl space or even look in it. After my mom and dad divorced they sold the house and moved to separate places. My mom into another big white house and my dad into some apartments. This is where some crazy experiences took place in both houses. I would wake up at night and hear people screaming at me, calling me names and saying that they were going to kill me. It appeared the voices would be coming from the livingroom but when I would aproach the room they would stop and move to a different room.
After some time my mom moved into a different place. This is my recent past house. Here there were many different stories. My sister started crying one day because she woke up and saw 2 hand prints on the ceiling with 'just wait' written underneath it. This was in a corner where nothing was below it and she said it wasn't there the day before. My sister's door would always open and close at random. My grandmother lived above us because this house was a duplex. She would tell us she would come out at night to use the bathroom and she would see the computer on with a program pulled up. She said she would say hello and go back to bed. She also claimed that she would always see a ghostly figure of a lady in a dress pass by her room and in the kitchen. Pretty creepy huh?
My cousin was over along with 2 of my aunts one day. My aunts were hiding from my cousin who was 7 years old. My cousin went to go check the extra storage room in the basement. She came up screaming and crying about her chest hurting. My mother lifted up her shirt and saw human size scratches down her chest. That same aunt was over along with a friend of mine. My friend and I had just went to the gas station so we had a bunch of junk food and he was playing Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2 on my XBox 360 when I went down stairs with my aunt so she could change her laundry because she was too scared.
Down stairs the light flickered and shut off, and I heard a laugh. The light turned back on as my aunt screamed. I had thought it was my friend but when we came up I was yelling at him, saying he scared me. When he said, what are you talkin about? I have been sitting here texting an playing XBox. I told him about the basement and he had said he heard the laugh, too, right before my aunt screamed. He thought it was me.
At the current house my dad lives at we have used the ouija board. The board claims I have a friendly ghost named Ralph living in my closet that doesn't want to hurt me but simply wants to be my friend. I'm fine with that. But is this the ghost that was been following me? I just want some answers. I am now 15 and scared and confused. So if you could give me some answers I would be pleased. Thank you for reading my story!