When I was in the 5th grade my family and I moved into a nice house in a nice neighborhood in Mount Airy, NC. All of the neighbors were very friendly and there were a lot of other kids for me and my 2 younger sisters to play with. About 2 months after we moved in we started finding bobby pins through out the house. Bobby pins don't sound scary, but when no one in the house uses them, you wonder where they are coming from. We would find them in the beds at night after my mom had changed the sheets and everything.
Things started getting scary for me about 3 months after we moved in. The entrance to the attic was in my closet and as I lay in bed at night, I would hear scratching noises that sounded like they were coming from the ceiling. I would call my parents in there and my dad assured me that it was just a squirrel or something that had gotten stuck up there.
When we would wake up in the mornings, my sisters and I would get in trouble for leaving the refrigerator door or cabinet doors open. The only problem was that none of us had gotten up in the night to leave them open. The radio in the living room would cut on by itself, normally when one of us kids were in the house by ourselves.
The incident that finally changed my parents way of thinking came one Halloween night (I know it sounds cliche). My sisters and I were all out trick or treating with our friends and my parents were there handing out candy to the kids. The front door led into the living room and then there was a side door that led into the kitchen. There was a bar that separated the kitchen from the living room. Anyway, the front door was open and the side door was shut and locked. At about 8:30 pm, the door to the kitchen opened up and in walked our cat. Both of my parents looked at each other and one went out the front door and the other out the side door. They met around the back of the house to find no one there.
The next day, they asked our neighbor who had the spare key to the house how that was a funny trick she had played on them. She had no idea what they were talking about because she had been out of town since the morning before and had just gotten home. Needless to say, we moved about a month later and I have never been back to that house.
It does not seem like a scary thing now, but it was frightening when you are 11 years old. Thank you for taking the time to read this and if anyone knows about this house please get in touch with me. I have always wanted to know if others had some of the same incidents we had when we lived there.