It all started at the small city of Omaha Nebraska. My mom and I had moved there from California because we wanted a new start. At that time my mother was a chef at a local family restaurant and she rented a studio at an apartment complex. She use to work during the day and we only arrived home to sleep. Well one night my mom woke me up in a hurry and told me to call 911, because the neighbour's house was on fire. I was too small to remember the family that lived there, but I remembered they had a son who went to the same school as me. I didn't know what started the fire but I did know that they had lost their son in it.
Two years pass and my mom had gone from chef to head chef at the Hilton hotel and we had a better income. We had moved out of the small single and rented a small one bedroom house. When we finally had the money, we sent some to my older brothers in California so they could join us. Obviously we needed a bigger house, and fast. It always seems like when you are in need of something it's never there but when you don't need it, it automatically shows up. Well a cheap three bedroom house was the thing we needed but couldn't find. Finally after weeks my mom came home with a big smile on her face and told me she put a deposit on a 3 1/2 bedroom house that was in the neighbourhood, the same house that burned down years ago. It was up for rent and nobody stayed long there. Well now we were packing up to live in it.
The first few weeks nothing happened. The house was newly renovated so there were no creaks or cracks. My brother's had arrived and already settled into their rooms, my room was the attic. We were on the second floor and our mom on the bottom. After a while things started happening. TV and stereo would turn on by itself, things disappeared, and things wouldn't be where they were supposed to. My mom blamed us or said we probably forget to turn off our stuff. But more strange things happened! I remember coming home from school, going to the kitchen and making myself a pb&j sandwich and a glass of milk, FULL GLASS. I turned around to put the gallon away and when I turned back, MY CUP WAS EMPTY! Mind you I was home alone! At school I was constantly picked on by our landowner's daughter, Nancy. She kept telling me that I lived in a ghost house and her daddy said we wouldn't last more than five months. I told my mom but she said that as long as she was giving the rent, no one would be kicking us out. But my mom didn't know that things were already happening.
At night you would hear footsteps going up and down the stairs, running sounds in the hallways, even voices. My brother had started getting nightmares of a man in a hat telling him to play with matches. He would tell him to burn the house. The nightmares were rare at first but started to become a frequent thing until he actually did it. If it wasn't for my mom's expert nose, she wouldn't have put out the burning carpet on time. She punished my brother but he would cry that it wasn't his fault, he was pressured into it! Finally my mom had enough and went to talk to the landlord.
He told my mom the story the police had released of the previous family. The police report stated that the boy was playing with matches and accidentally set the second floor on fire. The boy, finding no way out, jumped out the second storey window and unfortunately landed on the spiked fence. They claimed that things had became strange when they first moved in. The house seemed to have a mind of it's own and things were always moved into different places from where they were originally placed. Thier son claimed a man would appear on the stairway and tell him to burn the house. The said they didn't think much of it but it grew too much. Their son would beg to the empty air to not do anything to them. He would yell that he wasn't going to play with fire. The same things my brother had started to do.
After that conversation my mom began to worry and looked for other available homes. She put us in afternoon classes and sports so we would spend less time there. But one night she couldn't prevent what happened.
My brother's and I were watching the Simpsons when we heard footsteps. They sounded heavy and our eyes stayed glued to the stairway, ready for our mom to yell at us for having the volume high. But it wasn't her. It was a man in a hat all covered in black stuff just standing there looking at us. My brother began to yell and when we ran to turn on the light switch, he disappeared. Seconds later we heard my mom yell and we ran downstairs to see what was wrong. She was in her bed crying. She grabbed us and dragged us to the car and took us to a motel. She then explained that she was sleeping when she heard the door open. She turned to see what we wanted but instead a man in black jumped on her and held her down. She said the she tried to move but she felt so heavy. When she began to pray in her head the man disappeared and that's when she screamed.
We left the house the next day. We stayed at the motel for a week until my mom found a two bedroom apartment. We were happy to leave and we could never understand what happened there.
Has this happened to anyone before?
The house is actually bank owned now and I don't know if someone bought it. If anything similar happened to you please comment below. I don't think it was a human spirit in there and I don't want to believe I saw a demon. Please help me understand what happened in that house.