Our Co-founders Haunted House

I am a member of a newly created paranormal investigation team based here in my home town. It all started when our group of about 10 or so friends decided to go to the Waverly Sanatorium in Kentucky. That's what got us started in the first place. Over the next few weeks some of our group members kind of fizzled out and didn't hang around as much but there are 5 or 6 of us that are still going strong, including me.

My first solo experience with a spirit happened at one of our group founder's house. There are three founders, me and two of my friends and this is our normal hangout spot on the weekends. A little history about the house we were in at the time. My friend's stepbrother and his mom used to live in that house. His mom is now passed on, rest her soul. She was into the Wicca and witch craft realm. She would hold séances in grave yards do different rituals in the house they lived in with no regard for what could happen.

Me and my friends, 2 girls and 4 or 5 guys, were hanging out over at this house. (Nothing really happens in the house while a big group is there) But the girls were ready to go home, so my friend who owned the house was going to take them home. We had the idea for me to stay back on my own, first mistake, and do an evp session in the house. Which of course being the tough guy I thought I was I said sure.

They leave, I say good bye to the girls and see them off. This is where it gets trippy. I go back into the house to do the evp session. The recorder is lying on a table by the door and the kitchen is on the far side of the room as you walk in. It's a rather long living room that leads to three bedrooms and the bathroom and that's pretty much the house. Other than the attic, which is a big no no to go up there alone.

So I walk to the kitchen and grab me a drink, when I came back in the house felt a lot heavier than when all the guys where there and already I could tell something was not wanting me to do this. As I am coming back from the kitchen to grab the recorder I felt like I had to stop in the middle of the living room. So I did, I stare down the hall and I knew something was there, I could just feel it. Then I hear 4 footsteps walk right up to me and stop. At this point I was pretty freaked. Then it was like someone stomped their foot right in front of me where this thing should be standing.

That was enough for me. I high tailed it across the street to his other house and sat on the porch until they got back, I waited for maybe 20 minutes. When they returned they thought I was still in the house. When they saw me come off the porch and I told them what happened my friends said that I look physically shaken and I had no color in my face. This is a half hour after it happened.

I swore to my buddy that I will never be alone in that house again, I don't do so much as sit in the drive way and wait for him to get home, I sit at the Krystals down the road.

To this day he thinks that it was his stepbrother's mom but I think it was someone else. Sounded more like a man to me. But we can sit across the road and watch the lights turn on in the house at night and we as a group go turn them off because after what happened that night freaked us all out. Later that night after I got my nerve back we all went in and did the evp session together. Our other co-founder of the group swears he kept seeing a little girl all around the living room, mostly standing right between me and him.

I think that the reason there are spirits there and wanted me out was because they didn't know who I was and I think the stepbrothers mom is still attached to her three foot tall china doll that is still kept in the house. Which that and an old newspaper is all that is left of hers. Everything else was thrown out which I'm sure helped nothing.

Thanks for reading, just needed to get this out there to see what other people thought.