Over the past month, I've experience more activity. A few days after my last story was submitted, my mom was driving me and my brother back home from Costco. While my mom was driving, I was in the front seat. I saw something coming towards the car and it looked like a bunch of leaves. I don't know why, but I closed my eyes for about 2 seconds and opened them again. After I opened my eyes, the bunch of leaves disappeared. That's when I realized that it wasn't a bunch of leaves, but something else. I still don't know what it was even to this day and in the future.
A week rolls around and it's Friday. I had to take the trash out that night. As I did so, I saw a face of a man in one of my neighbor's truck while heading inside. The face was white and had dark holes where the eyes were supposed to be. I walk straight past it and take another look at the truck and the man was gone. Ever since that day, I constantly check that same truck every time I take the trash out. The very next day, I was outside walking around the neighborhood. All of a sudden, I hear something. It sounded like a screech of some kind. After I heard the noise, I turn around and saw a black cat dash from one house on the right of the road to the left.
Now this was freaky! I was typing this exact article you're reading right now 2 weeks later. It was in the middle of the night and I heard foot steps outside my room. I thought it was one of my younger siblings walking around and dozed off back to sleep. All of a sudden, my desk jerked back and forth. That's when I realized that the ghost was watching me and didn't want me to share any of this info. I automatically turned off the computer and straight to bed. I knew that if I typed more that night, something horrible would've happened and wasn't going to take that risk. Now I take caution whenever I type these stories. There could be a chance that I could never type another one of my stories ever again! And that's a risk that I'm willing to take! No matter what the cost!
A few days ago, my dad was arguing at me for not doing my project. It was 6 in the morning. His hand was leaning on the wall next to my bathroom door. The door was already open and I noticed it opening even more. My dad was leaning on the WALL! The ghost was either, walking in the bathroom, walking out of the bathroom, or just opened the door more and stood there listening to the argument. The most recent happened minutes before I started typing. I was using the restroom and I was looking at the counter. I noticed something falling from the counter onto the floor. It looked like a drop of water. But it moved faster! I thought it was some kind of spirit water. After using the restroom, I felt the counter where the spirit water fell. It was completely dry.