When I was around the age of seven, my aunt decided to re-model her attic.
My father was always there to help her re-model, and sometimes he would bring me and/or my siblings along to play with our cousins while he went up to the attic and worked.
One day, I remember I was trying to play with my brother and my cousin, but as young kids there was always a rule," No girls allowed!" So, I went and tried to go play with my older sister and older cousin. They gave me a box full of dolls to play with in the hallway and then kicked me out.
I was sitting in the hallway, and heard a whisper. I couldn't make out what it was saying. I looked at the very end of the hallway, and noticed a dark figure coming closer. At that age, I really had no idea what was normal or not, and I just stared at it.
It came close enough to touch, staring down at me.
Suddenly my older cousin and sister came out of the room and in the blink of an eye the black figure disappeared.
When I was older and in the house, I was in the kitchen doing the dishes.
Alone, I was always scared. But suddenly I became even more scared than usual, like something was watching me.
My brother and cousin came downstairs and had a drink of water, then walked back upstairs.
After about five minutes of cleaning the kitchen alone, I heard the cellar doorknob being toyed with.
I looked at it, and it was being twisted back and forth. I then heard a voice say," Help me." Over and over again. It sounded like a little girl." Help me, I'm suffocating." It said.
I asked what it wanted, and it just started laughing.
I yelled for my brother and cousin to stop, but it just kept laughing. I threw the door open and nothing was there.
Completely filled with fear, I ran up the stairs. I remember feeling like something was following me.
I ran up the stairs,hysterical,yelling and asking if my cousins or siblings were pulling a prank on me. All of them were completely honest and said no.
My aunt also had a large collection of China dolls. She would randomly ask me if I played with them, because they were misplaced. She would ask everyone, but no one ever touched them. Maybe the ghosts, or whatever they were, moved the dolls?
A lot of weird things happened there, and my cousin said they would always get worse when I was there.
Now that my aunt moved out of there I never has to go back, which is a good thing? The things happened there didn't feel right. They felt evil.
Now when I drive pass the house, I just feel sad for them. Sad because they are stuck, probably forever.