This is a fairly short story, but I thought it may be interesting to share. Growing up we lived on an old indian burial ground. Now I know there is a few people on here that think Indian burial grounds are not haunted. Well I am here to tell you they are sadly mistaken.
When I was about 8 years old me and our live in baby sitter had went to my cousins home so my baby sitter could also babysit my cousins children. We lived just across the yard from them so we walked over and back. It was around 12 am when we got back to my house. My baby sistter got ready for bed and told me to do the same. She went ahead and got in the bed, we slept in the same room because we did not have enough bed rooms for her to have her own. I brushed my teeth and walked out of the bathroom toward my bedroom.
Our hall was not very long, so I didn't have far to walk, when I walked right up to something in the hall standing there. I was face to face with it, althought it did not have a face; it just had a blank white space. It was a whole person with clothes on. I stood there frozen in fear, and I could see inside my mom and dads rooms and I could see in the room where my nephew that lived with us slept and they were all in bed. I could also see my baby sitter in our room and she was seeing what I was seeing... Her eyes were really big... Finally I took off running and jumped in the bed with my baby sitter and stuffed myself between her and the wall. She said; 'what was that?'
I think I may have wet the bed that night... I sure was not going back to the bathroom. Oh it was gone when we turned and looked back. I could not tell really well what type of clothes it had on, but I know it had some on.
This is only one of many stories. I will post more later.