I was three or four years old, and very much scared of the dark (what child who is young, isn't?). My grandma's house wasn't how usual grandma's houses are. She had the most haunted house in Arizona! In her house there was two living rooms. The first one you walked inhad the most energy. I hated that room! That room was full of unpleasant things. It was like living in a nightmare! When you walked out of the first living room, there was out bed room where we would sleep (when we moved out, it was turned into a big computer room). That's also a room I hated!
The second room is also where a lot of activity is. When we slept in the "computer room" we would hear things at night when the things would come out to scare. I was a little girl, and I knew hardly anything to understand what a simple ghost was. There were ghosts, orbs, poltergeists...
There were these children, twins in fact that would play with me and my sister on their tricycles. How the tricycles got there? I have no clue. But, these children were in danger! They were held against their will when they were "alive" and their father had raped them and mother had killed them. A dark evil force had kept them there to use them as a portal to our house. One day, I was coloring in my book, and the girl had picked up a red crayon and wrote "HELP" on a piece of paper. NO JOKE! And my sister kept having dreams that this was happening to these children. Why would any human hurt such innocent people?
In the first living room, you would hear scratching on the walls, foot steps, see things at the corner of your eyes, and look to see what it was and nothing would be there. Demons? Ghost? I don't know. I was young, and didn't know anything of these things. The reason why I know now is because I remember some, and my mother told me some.
I know some might not think I am telling the truth. But things like this did happen!