I haven't told many people this but I think I'm ready to tell the people here, about 14 years ago in my old house strange things started to happen, but only small things, like feel something breathing on your neck, to things ending up in different places. Well as the time dragged on things started to get worse and while these things where happening, I also learned about the thing which was inside the house.
One night I was in bed and I heard my door open and footsteps stroll into my room. I looked up and thought nothing of it, then the footsteps got louder and stop at my bed side and this was when I first interacted with the ghost, since I needed my sleep because I was going on holiday the following day. I got up and I said 'Please Leave me alone GO AWAY' and I could then suddenly feel the feeling of relief because I could sense the thing was gone.
The house was quiet for a few weeks, then things started to get worse. One night I came up the stairs to see some Grey figure came from the bathroom across the hallway into my mother's room, she was dressed in old Victorian clothes which kind of looked like a nigh gown, that freaked me out even more because this was the first time I actually saw it in its real form, but something tell me that this wasn't the only thing in the house.
Later on that year the ghost was doing more strange things, such as running up and down the stairs, shutting doors, throwing things off cabinets, but as things progressed I learned something, what was happening is because of what we were doing. I learned that ghosts don't like objects to be moved or changed in anyways e.g moving a wardrobe or painting a wall, since when we did it, it angered the ghost. My whole family had seen it, but I saw it most since I was the youngest. They like to leech or pick on the most feeble of the family (easy target), we discussed to get the house blessed but we thought it wouldn't do anything.
And then something happened which struck me. One night I was sleeping and was woken up to find my bedroom in a mess, clothes and everything on the floor, and then it happened, I heard something run into my room and stop at side of my bed. I couldn't stop sweating, I was in terror, my bed started shaking and I could feel a cold thing striking me, hitting me through my body, it didn't hurt but it was such a weird feeling and at that moment, I knew I was being attacked from something which didn't want me here. I screamed to wake the others up, they dashed into my room and the following day, the house went up for sale. My body was covered in bruises, the bruises didn't hurt, they were just there, unfelt.
I moved into my brother's room until the house was sold. It was sold about a month later and we moved out. I don't know how much longer I would of lasted in that house.
I don't expect you to believe the events which took place in that house, I just expect you to listen and thank you for reading.