My mother and father had filed for a divorce, splitting the money to come from the house. My mum went house-searching and found this very strange looking one she called "Perfect". At that point, my brother and I wouldn't argue with her, as she'd been through enough already. I can remember quite well what happened in that house, like it happened yesterday.
The way the house was set up was you walk in there was a longue room to your right and internal access to the garage on the left. You'd take another step to see the kitchen and dining room. There were French windows leading outside and a laundry. Upstairs there were 2 bedrooms, Mine facing the street and my brothers facing the backyard, my mothers on the right (She had an ensuite). The doors faced each-other. There was also a bathroom up stairs, being mine and my brothers. Outside was a fenced pool and some tiny steps to go to more grass. That's pretty much it. I was about 7 years of age when I had to move to a new house in Bright, Australia. From the moment I set foot in that house I felt pure evil lurking throughout the walls. I was overcome by the feeling of someone watching as I walked to my new bedroom. I was also getting the feeling of anger and hatred. I ran up to my mother screaming that I hated the house and I wanted to live with Grandma and Grandpa. But, as usual she just said the familiar words 'No'. I had lived there for what seemed like forever but only a couple of weeks and nothing had really happened. I had noticed my mother becoming very angry and would scream at my sibling and I for the most ridiculous things (Mind you my mother was raising 2 children alone, but would never once yell or make us upset, I loved her for that) She had become pretty stressed and would hardly talk. I, myself being a 7 year old found this quite strange that my mother had changed so dramatically.
It was a summer night and I was sleeping. I had a dream that Mum had gone into the basement to hang herself, and a shadow man was laughing. I woke up and sat myself up quick. I had the urge to look into the corner and when I did, I saw a black shadow shoot towards my closet. I screamed louder than I have ever had. My mother came running in asking "What happened?" I sobbed that a shadow man had ran into my closet. I forced her to check it and she found nothing. All she could say was "It was just the trees, now go back to sleep." You can bet I was freaked out once she left, so I slept with the sheets over my head.
In the morning my mum woke me up for school. I got my school stuff out from the closet and as I removed the shoes, I was surprised to see ash. I didn't show my mother, I just covered it up, as I knew she'd say I was lying. I got into the car and looked up at my window and was surprised to see a face, screaming at my window and then being pulled back by a hand. That really terrified me. When I was looking, my (At the time) 12 year old brother said
"What you looking at?"
"Ah, Nothing" I replied.
I couldn't bring myself to tell him, as he'd just laugh and say I was such a bad liar.
The next night was even worse. I was sleeping and had a dream I was looking out the window and someone grabbed my neck so I couldn't breathe. I woke up to cold hands on my throat, chocking me. It lasted 30 seconds then faded. I ran screaming to my mother, and ended up sleeping with her. She fell asleep and as I was drifting off I heard someone call my name from the hall way. I looked to see if it was my brother playing tricks on me. But instead found a horrible face staring at me with the reddest eyes. She had blood dripping from her neck and had her mouth wide open, like she was screaming. She was just standing there, holding onto the door frame, staring at me. I screamed "What do you want!" She just continued staring so I started praying in my head, asking for whatever this thing was to vanish, and as I was, it disappeared. I also heard footsteps going back and forth inside my room. As I was listening, it gave me a cold chill, so I covered my face with the blankets.
I told my brother the next morning and he said he heard growling (not an animal growl, but a human's growl) in the corner of his room, and tapping on the wall and window. We both complained to our mother, who was still furious and she said she wants the whispering stopped.
We asked "Mum, what whispering?"
"All the whispering around us, Can't you hear it?"
We looked puzzled at her, asking her to explain more, but as usual she just walked off saying nothing.
We would also hear our mum calling our names, but we would go to her and she would say "I never asked for you?"
"Mum, stop joking, we heard you"
We would also experience the T.V flickering on and off, Lights flickering; the toaster was popping up, the microwave beeping. I rarely had nightmares and things waking me up after that, I would also hear whispering in my ear, saying something in another language or sometimes something I just couldn't understand in plain English, as it was just mumbles.
After 2 years of this, my mum finally decided to sell and rent in another city, where we are living now.
I want to know what that was in the house, I have done some research on the house and it isn't that old. Maybe it's the grounds, but I don't know. I also want to know why it made my mother so angry. It's very unusual for her to be acting so weird. I tried to shorten the story down, A LOT more happened, but I don't want to bore you guys.
P.S- If you're just going to comment and say "It's all fake" and stuff like that, Please, Don't waste your precious time commenting on my story. It's my story and I think it's not up to you to judge me, If you want to judge, Keep it to yourself. I might be 13, but that gives you no authority to judge me and say it is fake. I don't think it was my imagination because it hurt me physically. If you went through what I did, you'd post it on somewhere else to find the answers as well. To be continued