I and my three little siblings live in an old house in San Fransisco, CA. We've only lived there for a few months now, but I've never slept there before, I live in my own apartment somewhere nearby. Both parents are away in Paris for a couple of weeks so I'm babysitting my two sisters and brother.
This is my first real life story, but I will be posting more soon. These stories are 101% TRUE.
I used my iPhone notes to help put together the story, so it's accurate and not just from memory. I will be keeping a sort of diary on this website to put together my other experiences.
So, this experience was after my parents left on vacation just after New Year.
(Written in my P.O.V) Here it is:
I woke up in my dark, cold little room. I wished I could stay in bed but I knew I had to get the kids up. So I stumbled out of bed and go to the shower. After a quick shower, I walked into the girls' room opening the curtains and cheerfully saying "Morning girls, it's a beautiful day. Let's get up now!" like my mom used to wake me up, then left. After doing the same to my brother, Daniel, I went to the kitchen to start breakfast. The kids were still getting ready. Here was where it started getting weird. I was putting eggs on to boil, when I turned around, the kitchen television was on. But it was on some weird channel that we'd never watch. So I turned it on to the news, and washed a couple of dishes. I turned around; it was back on the same channel. I thought it was one of the kids, so I called them all downstairs. Jackie, Rebecca and Daniel appeared downstairs within about five minutes, clean and dressed. They were all sleepy, and I realized it couldn't have been them. Besides, Rebecca's only seven.
We've often thought about the house being haunted, but sometimes doubted it. Haunted, seriously? Did ghosts even exist? I kind of knew they were because when I was six years old, I saw this bright ball of light in my bathroom, in the middle of the night, and in the complete darkness. It slowly floated around my room. Ever since then, I've learned it was an orb, and I always believed in paranormal stuff after that. So, back to the rest of the story.
After walking our puppy, Jasper, we came back to a freezing house. The heaters were all off (but we left them on). I entered the kitchen to make some drinks, but there was a dark shadow standing there. I stared. The rest of the kids came in and asked me their childish questions, but by the time I looked back, it was gone. This was only the beginning.
I went to call the kids to lunch. They were all in the backyard, or so I thought... Jackie and Daniel (who by the way are twelve and ten) appeared, but they had no idea where Becca was. I was absolutely mad at them, and thought for about ten minutes that I had lost her. That was, until I found her again. She was playing in the attic. She said that her friend Ruby who she'd just met had asked her to come play with her. Rebecca must have been talking about another invisible friend. At lunch, I asked her about Ruby. She said she was way older than her, but very nice. Who cares? It's just another bit of imagination.
It was extremely windy outside. All the kids were in bed. I was alone, watching TV in the living room with my dog, Jasper. My mom called. She wanted to check to see if everyone was okay. I told her about the weird things going on recently, but she said she had to go. I hung up, guessing she didn't believe me. Now comes the weird but true part. About a half hour later, I heard a noise coming from the kitchen. It sounded like voices. Voices of young children. Girls' voices. They were softly whispering. Jasper had his head up, and looked like he was listening, but he didn't bark. "I know exactly who it is!" I thought, triumphant at the thought of finally catching the kids sneaking down at night (which I often suspected them of). I snuck into the kitchen and opened the door suddenly. Nobody was inside. All the windows were shut and locked, and there was only one door in. It was freezing. Okay, I admit, at this point I was a little alarmed, but kept reminding myself, 'there's no such things as ghosts'. I looked around. There were no hiding spots in the kitchen. The kids weren't there. I decided I was over-tired, and went to bed in my room.
I woke up with a jump. Jasper was still asleep. What woke me up? I turned my bedside light on and listened. I soon heard the sound of crying. I thought one of the kids were hurt or had a bad dream, so I ran out. It was coming from the bathroom, and what sounded like the cries of a little girl were getting louder. I knocked and opened the door slightly. "Jackie? Becca"?" I called through softly. The light was off. I turned it on. No-one was there! The cries were gone. This time I was really shaken up. I went back to my room to call my parents, but decided against it. I didn't and don't want them to think I'm irresponsible or seeing and hearing things. All my friends were asleep, and wouldn't answer. My boyfriend was asleep, and wouldn't answer. My cousins wouldn't answer. I had no-one to talk to, except Jasper but what good would that do? I never felt more alone and confused than on that night. So, putting my headphones on and listening to some quiet music, I fell asleep.
I woke up and remembered my horrible experience a few hours ago. My phone's battery completely ran out by then of course. I put it on charge and thought about it. Within fifteen minutes, I heard a tapping on my window. I thought it was the branches of a tree, but it kept going, very gently but quickly. Then something that sounded like nails scratched across the window. As you can guess, being alone in a dark, old house, being in charge of three little kids and a dog, almost no sleep, and these weird experiences made me actually very scared. What if I was going crazy? What if it was real and one of the kids were hurt? What if it was a poltergeist and it threw things. I didn't go back to sleep, but the scratching died down.
-Today - 7:20 AM - In my Room
It's currently 7:20 AM here at the moment, but I can't sleep, but nothing happened last night except some lights flickering in the corridor. In case you're wondering, this happened yesterday night and yesterday.
I want your feedback! This is a true story and it's absolutely horrifying. I can't tell my parents; they think I'm crazy. I think my friends will think the same. Jackie and Daniel stare at me sometimes like I'm crazy, but all the kids are scared. What should I do? Do you guys think we should move? I can't move alone, my parents have to come back.
Is it ghosts or am I going crazy? I'll keep updating!
Thanks so much for your support and for reading this, it means a lot!