I'm not too sure what exactly is going on, but since I've noticed it, it has been known as "the ghost" because that's the only explanation I had. Don't say anything nasty if your opinion is different to mine.
It all started when I was nine. My mum, step dad, brother and I had just moved into a new house. It all seemed fine, just another house. My mum got me my first mobile phone. I had a bunk bed and a desk that sat across from it and my phone would be placed on the desk while I slept. One night while trying to fall asleep, I heard my phone beeping away. Assuming my mum was going through my phone, I peaked down to see what she was doing, but no one was there. I climbed down off the bed and looked at my phone, a number had been dialed into it. I cleared it went back to bed.
I realize now that I should have kept the number and tried to figure out why it had been typed into my phone, but I was young, confused and made a mistake.
I really don't remember much about being ten or eleven. But when I was twelve is when I remember things getting worse. At first it was just things here and there being moved to where they shouldn't be. Then things started getting hidden in this creepy chest thing that was in the house. It became a thing after a while, if something important went missing, look in the chest.
When I was thirteen, the footsteps and scratching started. The scratching kept coming from my cupboard (which since the day we moved in, I had a really bad feeling about) The footsteps started off soft, just pacing from the front door, to my bedroom door, to the front door and so on. I remember one night I snuck out to see some friends. I remember being halfway over the fence and looking back at the kitchen window. In the window looking back at me was my mum. Well that's what I like to say anyway, what I really saw (but I've never told anyone in fear of being judged and being called a freak) was my mum, but with no face. It was like a black hole? I don't know how to explain it.
After I turned fourteen the footsteps in the hallway got louder and instead of pacing from the front door to my bedroom door, they would start at the front door, walk to my door, stop, eventually walk to the back door then come back to my door, stop, then continue on and keep doing it for hours.
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So my partner and I ended up having to move back into my mums when I was pregnant. I had forgotten all about the past and everything that had happened. I was more focused on getting ready for the baby than worrying about something from the past that may or may not have just been my imagination running wild. Anyway, my partner was doing night shift and my mum would go to be early for work the next day so I was always the last one awake. Straight away the footsteps started at 2am and went until 4am. Completely forgetting my childhood in that house, I went out into the hallway to see who was awake. Noone of course. I went back to bed and continued watching TV, eventually falling asleep. This happened for a while. I just ignored it, I figured if it was anything and it wanted to hurt me, it would have done it a long time ago. One night I was in the toilet, just finished my business and went to open the door to leave. I had it halfway open when it got ripped out of my hand and slammed closed. I tried to open it but it was like someone was holding it closed from the other side. It couldn't have been locked because it doesn't have a lock and me and my mum were the only ones home and it wasn't her. Anyway, so I'm trying to get out when I hear footsteps coming up the hallway. I freeze then I start banging on the door screaming for help because I hoped it was my mum. But the footsteps just walked straight passed and to the backdoor. Then back and forth a couple of times before they stopped and the door flew open. The next night my mums boyfriend stayed and the next day he told us that he had woken up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet (keep in mind that the toilet light is left on at night because my brother is scared of the dark) as he was walking up the hallway the light started flickering, getting worse and worse. He just assumed the bulb was going to blow or something. But as he came around the corner to the toilet, the flickering was like a strobe light and every time it flickered on he saw a man standing with his back to him, slowly turning to look at him. He froze for what felt like forever and just stared in shock until the light went back to normal and the man disappeared. So a couple of nights later my partner had a night off work and I had told him about everything that had happened but he didn't believe me. So I convinced him to do a Ouija board with me to see if anyone was in the house. The first one was a dud, just him screwing around trying to scare me. The second time we got a woman.
"how old are you?" I got no reply. "do you live in this house, or did you?" "no." "do you want to talk to us?" "no." "would like us to leave you alone?" "no." "well I'm confused. What would you like to do?" "I want to play." "okay... What would you like to play?" "tiggy." "alright, well you're it!" "ok, run."
The glass moves to goodbye and my partner stands up looking at the board in fear. He runs outside and I ask him what he's doing. He tells me he's not coming inside and will sleep outside if he has to. I tell him to not be ridiculous and get inside, nothing was going to happen. He eventually came in and we went to bed. And nothing happened of course, except for the usual footsteps every night. A few more things happened but nothing was as memorable as when my son was born. He was about a month old and he was laying on our bed. I had run off to the toilet and my partner had gone to get him a bottle. When I returned to the bedroom, my partner was standing at the edge of the bed motioning at me to be quiet. I snuck in and watched. My son was staring at the wall babbling and smiling away. My partner had filmed it so we were watching it thinking it was all cute until my son was babbling away and paused and we heard a deep growl, to which he smiled and babbled away again. Then he paused again and this time we heard a deep voice say "mummy". It was really strange... Anyway I have to go cook dinner so I will finish this later.