I don't know really how the whole story came into effect. But I know it's true. I live in Saint Clair, Michigan and I'm a freshmen at SCHS. I've always believed in the supernatural, magic, etc. But I was ignorant to think that nothing special or odd would present itself to me. I had been home alone at the time, sitting in my room, which is in the far corner of the house. My door lead out into a hall that branched into two other rooms, a bathroom, then eventually my kitchen and living room.
I was sitting in my room at making bracelets out of yarn, and watching Buffy The Vampire Slayer when I heard a knock on my door. Now I figured my parents were home, or it was a sibling. But I hadn't heard the front door. I remember getting up and going to the door to check, and no one was there. Peeved, thinking it was the cats, I had moved down the hall to check the rooms. To see if it had been one of my cats, which I have three by the way.
I went into the living room and two of my cats were lounging out in the window, watching the cars pass by, the third was asleep. So it wasn't them. At that moment I remembered being cold, and something shoved me. Now I was scared, I turned to see a shadow type thing disappear. I remembered being to terrified, but unable to move.
My cats also had been acting strange, my one cat Zippo was whining up a storm. Almost howling. I ran into my room again, locking my door. Good move, I had said to myself. A door is sure going to stop a dead person. But I wasn't exactly sure. So I had gone to sit on my bed when the door was knocked on. Now, I wasn't moving. Soon it sounded like someone was stopping up and down the hall having a good old time from the sound of it too. I had turned the volume up, but the more I did, the louder and more aggressive the pounding became. Until I had yelled for whatever it was to go away, how it wasn't welcome, and to leave immediately. In the hall the stomping had stopped after one final smash. Now I didn't leave my room.
My parents eventually came home, and they weren't happy. Turned out in the hall, all the picture frames and their glass was busted. And where the final stomp had been, I had found a penny. Let's just say, I didn't sleep that night.