Hey guys this is my first ever story on this site. I would like to tell you that I have got a few stories that I am going to tell you but this is probably maybe my first encounter with a ghost. Also before this all happened to me I was aware of ghosts because my mum believes in ghosts and the paranormal.
We have moved into a new house just after my parents had divorced and it was all exciting because we were going to be living with our grandparents, I was 12 at the time. My brother and I were also excited because we were going to be sharing a room downstairs together, Now everything was fine until one day this was also my brothers birthday and my mums boyfriend came over it was time to go to bed. Also my mum's boyfriend was playful. My brother and I shared a bunk bed I was on top. When we were in our beds my mum's boyfriend was slowly climbing up my bed and the ladder made a clunk sound every time someone walked up it my mum's boyfriend was scaring me then he got down and we went to bed.
I fell asleep. I then woke up to someone/something climbing up my bunk bed or banging on my bunk bed I sat up and looked down nothing I straight away put the blankets over my head I didn't go back to sleep until my mum came downstairs to get us up. This went on for months my mum didn't even believe me.
I thought that this was all in my imagination but it wasn't. One day I had to go downstairs by myself to go put a cup in the sink. (the kitchen was downstairs) I called out to see if my brother was downstairs I looked into my bedroom and saw a kid climbing on my bunk bed. I instantly thought it was my brother and ran upstairs. I went into my mums room and my brother was sitting on my mums bed. This told me something else lived in my room. This went on for months and then we moved out. The ghost that I saw was a shape of a 12 year kid and was all black. I have heard that black coloured ghost are not good.
Thanks for reading