I've long given up on trying to deny the fact that my family seems to be haunted. Not our houses, not the cities in which we live, us. But this was the worst thing I had ever encountered. Back in fall 2001, my sister, mother, father, and I had just moved to Cumberland Gap in Tennessee. We lived in this really old white house. It had plants growing all over the place and the paint was all chipping, but aside from that it was a beautiful house. It was old fashioned and had two stories. There was a door coming out of the upstairs hallway that you could open and go out onto the hill outside. The house was completely infested with fleas, but we needed a place to live and we could afford it, so we just kept the air conditioner running as high as it could get and they didn't seem to bite as much.
The first day my sister and I were there, we had just come back from vacation with my grandparents, and our cat had had kittens. They had all died, but we just figured they crawled a bit and just didn't make it after that. It didn't seem odd at all that they were spread out across the house, but thinking about it now it kind of is. We were there a couple of days and my sister and I started school. It was a very small school, but our cousins went there too, so it didn't seem as hard. When I say small, I don't mean only a few teachers. There weren't classrooms. You know those wall type thingy pieces that are on wheels and you move around? The walls of "classrooms" were those. I could not find my way around at all unless I followed my classmates closely.
Again, I didn't think much at first that kids started whispering when the bus stopped at our house and it's probably nothing, but if they knew how creepy this place was, it would have been nice for a warning. My sister and I slept in our room a total of five nights in that house. Our room had a very creepy feeling to it and I just didn't like it at all. My sister, who is one of the bravest people I know, didn't like it either. We started sleeping in the living room, her on the couch and me on the floor. I had horrible nightmares every night in that house. There was a hole in the living room floor big enough for you to sink into if you stepped in it. I remember one night I was so scared, for some reason I can't remember, that I ran to my parents room and didn't even ask before I climbed into bed with them. I noticed that their room felt weird too.
Have you ever been in a very dark room and after a while, it looks like television fuzz looking at the wall or ceiling? I'm hoping it was that, but that night I could have sworn I saw little people crawling around.
I absolutely hate that house. We moved fairly quickly because my parents were getting bad feelings, too, and my dad is not the kind of person to believe in anything remotely ghost-like. Do you think it was haunted or are we just paranoid?