I submitted a story not too long ago about my grandma on my dad's side and her supposedly haunted house. This story is about my grandma on my mom's side of the family, and no doubt, her house is definitely haunted!
When my mom was younger, she moved from Portugal to the US, into Rhode Island and settled into the house which my grandma still lives in. My mom tells me the house was always weird and she'd always hear things.
At night, she would be in her bedroom on the second floor and hear someone walking up the stairs. But nobody ever emerged onto the second floor, all she heard were footsteps. In the basement, when you put your ear to the wall, you could hear someone heavily breathing through the concrete.
I always knew the house was a bit off and sort of creepy, but until the past summer, I now know someone definitely haunts the house, and I had the experience of seeing my first ghost.
Me and my younger sister Victoria decided to sleep over my grandma's house one day over the summer. School was starting in a few weeks so I think it was towards the end of August when this happened. We slept fine through the night but I opted to keep the television on while we fell asleep because we were both nervous about sleeping with the lights off in her house.
The next morning we ate breakfast, watched some tv, and I decided to go upstairs and gather my things because my grandma had to go to work in an hour so we were leaving soon. I grabbed my backpack and set it on the bed. I was looking down at the bed as I put my stuff inside it, but I could see the doorway out of the corner of my eye.
This is one of the creepiest things that I've ever experienced. As I was glancing down at my bad, I saw a very pale woman with white hair in a white nightgown stagger by the doorway. Then I heard the light switch in the other room being flicked up and down for about 10 seconds. Then it stopped and I waited for someone to emerge from the room. I thought maybe it was my grandma or sister. This still gives me the chills when I think about it; I stepped into the other room and looked around and NOBODY WAS THERE. I looked around all on the second floor (it's not that big-- a bathroom, 2 bedrooms, and a small living room with the door to the attic). Nobody was there at all, it was just me! I got freaked out as I clumsily stuffed the rest of my stuff in my bag and ran downstairs. I didn't go back up there that day.
I told my mom about it after and she translated it to my grandma (she's Portuguese and not too good with English, nor can I speak Portuguese). She got creeped out. My mom told me that when her great-grandma was still living and quite often fell down the stairs (she lived with them), that often it felt as though someone pushed her hard.
A few months ago I was in the backyard and out of the corner of my eye I saw a little girl in a blue dress run by and go behind the bushes. When I looked, nobody was there. My cousins and siblings were there, but none of them wore a blue dress.
I'd really like to see the history of this house, but I don't know how I do that.