My name is Beth and I have a few experiences I'd like to share with you. I'm fourteen years old and live with my father, mother and my two younger siblings, Matt and Rea (Matt is nine and Rea's two). Now, these stories are told to me by dad, as I don't remember.
Our old house was half of an old police station in West Bromwich (I believe it's knocked down now, but I'm not sure.) We had two dining rooms, one of which was linked to our utility room. When I was four or five, before my other siblings were born, I had an imaginary friend who supposedly lived in the utility room connected to the back dining room. His name was Robert. I described him as tall and dark, with a funny voice (I'm assuming I meant accent, unless I was on about the pitch level or something like that). I used to play in there with him until my brother Matt was born. My dad would ask me "Beth, why don't you play with Robert anymore?" and I'd respond "Robert doesn't want to play." Or "Robert doesn't like the baby." Creepy, right?
Once Matt was six, we moved into my Dad's great uncle Ron's house, which had been left to dad in his will. (R.I.P Ronnie). The house is great, it really is. Its four storeys including the attic, down a road called chapel lane, with a Sunday school near enough opposite it. Well, an old Sunday school that no one uses anymore. Anyway we've lived here for three years now and we do love it. Apart from the fact that myself and my dad think it's haunted, but that doesn't bother us. My dad and I watch all these ghost hunters programmes and paranormal witness and that, we find it fascinating. My mother, on the other hand, absolutely hates it. She tells us off if she catches us watching them. Anyway, aside from our experiences we've had in this house, this one has happened only a week ago, so I am compelled to tell you.
My step-cousin Ashley (God rest her soul, love you Ash) had lung cancer and died a month ago, at the age of eighteen. She'd always tell me "Do what you like, have fun, go where you want to go; you're right if you believe in what you're doing. You know best." Last week Ashley's family, my step cousins Reece (20), Bradley (15) and Davie (14) and my Aunt and step uncle came over. I'm very close with all of them, but especially Brad, he's like a brother. Anyway, everyone was in the living room apart from me and Brad who were sat on my dog's bed in the dining room that leads into the kitchen. My dog was lying in front of us on the floor and she suddenly lifted her head up and her ears flattened. She was looking through the door way to the kitchen. Brad and I just watched her. She began wagging her tail but whimpering at the same time. Her tail movement became faster and stronger and then she barked which startled me and my step cousin. (My dog is a three year old chocolate Labrador called Poppy, and she never barks.)
Brad patted my dog and said "What's the matter Pops?" And she snapped out of her strange doings and became amused by Brad fussing her. We told the rest of the family what happened and my dad said "Might be a ghost, eh?" like, joking around with me. I laughed but my mother scowled and said "Don't be stupid." She gave my dad a look and he nodded solemnly and turned to me. "You're mum's right, that's silly."
Bradley and I went to my room and I put my out-of-battery phone into my iPod dock to charge it. After a few seconds my phone lit up and was half way through the song How to Save a Life by The Fray. It said the line "Let 'em know that you know best, 'cos after all you do know best." And then it went off again! I know I wasn't listening to this before, as the reason Brad and I went upstairs after was because we were listening to Drake and my phone died. We went up to charge it and to continue listening. Freaked out, I pulled the phone from the docking station and attached it to the charger underneath my bed.
When my aunt, step uncle and step cousins left I told my dad what had happened and he wanted to hear more but my mum burst in looking like she was going to explode. "I don't want to hear anymore of this childish nonsense Bethan Olivia! It's all bull----!" This surprised me, mum never swore at me before. I didn't lose my temper as I would have normally either. I just stared at her and said "whatever." And then I went upstairs.
That night while I was in bed, I had my ear phones in and was shuffling through my songs. That's when How to Save a Life came on again from that exact point from before! This time, the volume had been turned up all the way and it almost burst my frickin' ear drums! I pulled out the ear phones and glanced at the screen which had the number 9 on it before throwing it halfway across the room and bolting out to my little sisters room and sleeping on the floor in there. What does the number nine mean? It was just a blank screen with a black nine on it; sorry I didn't get a good look before I threw it.
In the morning I went back into my room to find my bed made. This was also weird as my family were in bed. I sat down on the floor and picked up my phone, which was somehow dead again. On my pillow were three long blonde gold hairs. I have dark brown hair, so does my mother and my siblings. My dad has short blonde hair.
What does this mean? Please help me.