It all started the year of 2007. We had just moved in our home round about July time. I didn't like the feeling the house gave me but I didn't tell anyone because there really wasn't anyone to tell. So to get into the story,
My sister was about 5 at the time and I was 9. On weekends we would sleep on the couch and I was the last one to fall asleep usually. So one weekend it was about midnight and my sister was asleep and my parents so I was up watching T.V. We had a desktop computer and in the middle of my show the mouse started to click rapidly. I didn't know what it was so I ignored it and turned the TV up. I didn't realize how loud the TV was until my mum came into the living room to tell me to turn it down. I did and the clicking stopped. I told her goodnight and she went back to bed. As soon as I heard her door shut the clicking started again I just brushed it off and fell asleep. November.7.2007
My grandmother died. The night before I has a felt as if something bad is going to happen (the feeling you get when you feel like someone is going to die) and the next day I found out she was dead. I didn't cry because I knew it was coming. After we cremated her we moved the living room couch around. It was a weekend and I was sitting on the couch staring at the TV the only one away. The TV wasn't up but at least to 10 and I looked down the hall and saw someone who looked like my mom. I called out to her but she just kept on walking toward me until she reached my room then walked into it. And to this day I'm still afraid of hallways and that house. I guess my grandma wanted to say goodbye before her actual goodbye, my cousins said something happened to them kind of like my story. I miss my nanny.