This story is about the house I live in. I always considered myself lucky for living in a house like that--a yard, many rooms, spacious living. I find myself pretty lucky but since I was little, that meaning at the age of 4 or 5, I used to sleep in the living because I didn't have my own room, since my family wasn't that wealthy.
Anyway, it didn't bother me, but most of the nights I had a feeling that something's watching me so I did never turn on the other side of the bed.
When I was a little kid, I mean during kindergarten, I sometimes heard somebody calling my name, even when nobody was home. I didn't give it much attention. During gymnasium I started hating my house more and more and I realized that YES, something's wrong with it. I wasn't able to do anything anymore, like study or have fun. Than the doors started to open and shut at night.
I'm not a coward. I'm pretty brave myself but when my mother tells me to go to the attic my whole body becomes cold. I hate that attic and I bet I'm not the only one from my family. I remember being there once with my dad when, while standing with my back to one of the doors, I started feeling a strange breath on my neck. Anyways, I didn't freak out too much since I was with my dad, think that he experienced too in that attic.
You might think that I'm lying but many people died in this house, most of them before I was born. The creepiest death occurred when a woman, mentally insane, jumped from the attic and fell into the yard. She was found by my father a little while later. She died at the hospital a couple of hours later. Another painful death was the one of a fella which lived there in the 1940's, which died from God knows what disease, which most probably was the one with the hard breath.
There were many other strange things which I don't remember but something I still do remember and most probably will never forget is a scene when, at 11PM I was in the bathroom washing my teeth with the door open, I thought I saw something moving, very very small. When I looked at the mirror, when I focused my view, it ran away very fast. And, yes, I have a cat but this thing was walking on 2 feet and was all black. My cat has different colors.
Anyway, if you have any kind of advice which you think that would be useful in getting rid of whatever is in my house, I'll accept it happily. Peace. Forgot to mention that I live in Bucharest.