It all started when my family and I first moved into the house. We got settled and enjoyed being near the mountains. I loved the house, it was big. It had a basement but it was very old and not in good shape. The walls were torn down and you could see the pipe lines and it was nothing new. The main floor was small. It has a big living room and a small kitchen. No dining room. Then the bathroom. It was old and out of shape just like the basement. My mom hated it. I told her that we won't be here for long. She didn't believe me. Turns out we were there for only a year. The upstairs had a lot of closets but they were small. It had three bedrooms. The smallest was in the middle. My room and my sisters room was at the end of the hall. My brothers room was at the front by the stairs. There was no doors to any of the rooms.
Okay so it all started when I was up in my room and I was the only one upstairs. My sister and brothers wee downstairs watching a movie with my mom and dad. I was sitting there when out of the corner of my eye I saw something standing there watching me. My heart started to pound. And I was sweating. I looked over there again but it was gone. I stared in that spot for a while but nothing came. I ran downstairs and told my mom and dad but they were to busy watching the movie.
After a while I forgot about the figure. But it all started up again when I was downstairs getting a drink. It was close to midnight and I was trying to be very quiet. When I was done getting my drink I headed upstairs and when I reached the top of the steps I turned towards my bedroom and there was a girl standing there watching me. She had brown curly hair and was wearing a white dress that went down to her knees. I just stood there. At first I thought it was my sister but my sister does not wear or have and white dresses and she doesn't have curly hair. I closed my eyes and she was gone. I hurried into my room and couldn't get to sleep after what just happened.
After that I never saw her again. But I have been encountering some bangs upstairs and knocks on the walls. My baby brother hates going upstairs and when he does he stays away from my room most of the time and it scares me. I hate seeing my little brother scared.
I hope that someday all of this stuff would stop. I am glad that I am moving. And hopefully never coming back here... Again.