My family and I moved to a house in Minnesota, MN. Since day one my sister and I knew we weren't alone. I had a bedroom on the second floor of the house, and down the hall was my sister's room. Not long before we moved in my mom found out that she was pregnant. Within a few days my sister had to move into my room so the baby would have a room to sleep in and that's when it all started.
On the first night my sister moved into my room things started happening, things we couldn't explain. It was around 2 am when something woke us up. We woke up to our lights flashing, curtains moving, and seeing shadows walk from the hallway to the attic. We were so young we didn't know what to think or to do so we ran downstairs to tell our parents.
At first my mother didn't believe us, but then when I was in the third grade things got worse. When I was in third grade I fell and broke my arm and my sister had to sleep in a different room. Every night she woke up screaming. She claimed to have seen a man standing in the corner of the room wearing a black hat along with a black trench coat. It got so bad my mom had to sleep in the same room with her.
That night was the most terrifying night of my life. I was sleeping in my room, down the hall from my mom and sister. I was just starting to fall asleep when the bottom mattress on our bunk bed flew up and hit the mattress I was sleeping on. I was terrified. I didn't know what was going on; I was trapped between my mattress and the ceiling. Suddenly I was free. I sat there crying, too afraid to scream. Then, I heard this laugh, this evil laugh and it was coming from the attic. I slowly turned my head and there was a man sitting on the foot of my bed.
The next morning I found out things weren't any better for my mom and sister. They said that they saw people walking in the hallway, going to my room.
Things died down after my grandmother passed away from lung cancer and pneumonia, when I was in the sixth grade. At the time I had two new siblings, both brothers. One night my grandpa called saying he's moving, and we can live in his house he had at the time.
My parents were so happy to be getting a bigger house, they celebrated. When I was babysitting that night, my siblings fell asleep on my parent's bed in the room over. I was sitting in a chair with my two cats. Then I hear this stomping, like someone was walking around in a room upstairs in cowboy boots. When I went upstairs to see if anyone was up there, I found out that it was coming from our storage room, and I thought to myself that this door was supposed to be locked. So I tried opening it, and sure enough it was locked. Soon I hear a man's voice telling me to leave him alone. I ran downstairs and sat in corner thinking to myself, who was this man? What happened to him? Within a few days I found out what happened to him, he died in the house, in the living room.
After that things died down again. Now we're living in a new house, but things still aren't normal. When my sister and I first stayed the night upstairs in our room we saw shadows, heard things pounding on the walls, and we also heard this breathing over us while we tried to fall asleep. As far as I know no one died in our new house, so my mom, sister, and I are thinking something attached itself on to our family.