About five or six years ago, when I was six and seven, I lived in this country house. It wasn't old, it was actually made when I was just a baby. We owned that land, and our previous house had burned down... Under mysterious circumstances.
But that's not the point; my story is one of which I'm confused about. I'm not even sure if what I saw were spirits, or if I was just seeing things in the dark.
Anyway, our house was so obviously haunted. Even me, being six, could tell. It was always cold and you could hear voices in the basement. There was no question, whatsoever, especially when our yard would be filled with snakes... AKA, the serpent, which is a sign of Satan.
I was too scared to sleep in my own room, which would obviously mean that my younger sister was, since we shared a room. So, instead, we just slept on the pull out couch in the living room, which was just a short hallway away from my mom and dad.
Right next to the couch was the dining room. There wasn't a door for it, just two sliding doors that had glass. We'd usually keep it open, since we didn't see the point in closing them every night. I would sleep in the side of the couch which was nearest to the dining room, which was very spacious. My sister would sleep on the other side of me, next to our fish tank; it had a light, so that was basically our night light.
At night, I could never fall asleep. I'd just lie awake until my eyes would finally drift shut; and, usually, I would dream of a beautiful girl in a ballgown, maybe wedding gown, twirling around and around, even though I wasn't that obsessed with princesses. I was more the superheroes kind of gal. And, oddly enough, it was like she was trying to talk to me. She was always sad, even if she was dancing.
So, when I was trying to fall asleep at night, I would look out into the dining room. In the dining room were figures. They were bright colors, even if they weren't just white; they were bright blue, bright pink, bright yellow. Some of them were gray, but none black.
I'd watch them. They would walk around the room, and one was in a big dress, next to a gray man with a top hat. They were just figures and I couldn't tell anything specific, but it was definitely a top hat. There were a ton of figures crowding that room, and they wouldn't leave; just walk in the tiny room.
I didn't think about it much. I thought it was normal to see this at night, but, now that I live in a clearly non-haunted house, I know that it's not. But not just the dining room, either; there were tinier figures running up and down the stairs, into the bathroom down the other way of the hall and back upstairs. It was weird, but I didn't say anything.
Years later, my mother started talking with us about it. She wouldn't while I was young, even though I knew about it. So she started telling me about the bride. The bride, apparently, was beautiful. But not all the time. When you'd see her walking from a distance, she was pretty, with long brown hair, just like the princess in my dreams. But, when you'd see her up close, she would have a terrible, evil, skull face. It scared me, and I have yet to tell anyone about it.
Next was the children. My mom said that my grandma would always see those kids run the stairs while she stayed over; so would my siblings, and I don't think that they would lie about that.
Now, this is what really made me think about the figures in the dining room; my mom was telling me a story about the house not too long ago. We still talk about it quite a bit, all having gotten a little more faithful to the Lord and such. The story she told me was about the portal. All houses that are severely haunted like ours was would have a portal, where the ghosts come and go (ours was on an Indian burial ground, no joke, so it's no surprise).
At first, they thought the portal was in my older sister's room. Whenever she would shut her closet door, it would shake and rumble, as if something was trying to get out. There was a lot of activity in there, scary activity.
But then, after moving out, my mom finally figured out that it was in the dining room, without me telling her what I had seen. It was shocking when she told me this, and I'm pretty confused; so were those spirits that I saw in the dining room, or was it just my imagination?