The year was 1999 it was late in July, my best friend invited me to go jet skiing in the Atlantic with his family. As always I accepted his invitation and drove over to his house to stay the night. I arrived after they had eaten dinner and everyone was just sitting around the table planning for the trip in the morning. I took up a chair and just listened in on what the plans were.
My friend's dad went to bed and his mother and he had decided that they should inform me of what had been happening in their house within the past week or so. She started of with a simple yet at the time a silly question, "Do you believe in Ghost's?" I said no and looked at my friend to see were the punch line came in. She then said that her daughter (who is the same age as I) had always had trouble with this ghost, but it had recently decided to start bothering the rest of the house hold. She continued to speak and at times I found it hard to keep listening but I grudged through.
They have only two children my friend and his younger sister; they also had a Great Dane named Jayda. About this time my friend's sister came in from wherever she had been and joined in the conversation they were forcing me to have about this ghost. She stated that it always moved things in her room and sometimes just thrashed the place. This would be a good excuse for a teenage girl to have but not for her she is excessive compulsive which translates to "neat freak". She went on and said she could ignore it for only so long before she asked my friend to bless the room. At this time he was very pious and believed it was a demon and that he could cast it out because he was a Christian.
Two nights went by and the ghost had apparently moved on. Until that following weekend it was like a breath of fresh air in the house (I'm quoting this). His sister came home one afternoon after cheerleader practice and went to wash up in the bathroom her and her brother shared. She took a shower and went to get a towel out of the linen closet located in the bathroom. She opened the sliding mirrored door, crouched on the floor was a sickly looking old lady looking up at her. She freaked out ran naked through the house to find her brother. This is when I found out that she was staying at a friend's house and only came home to shower and get clean clothes.
Now I was very skeptical still at this point, so my friend told me of his encounter with it. He stated, "I thought I scared it off but it only seems like I pissed it off and now it is in my room too..." He followed it up by saying, "It scratches the wall and ceiling and pulled my covers off of me in the middle of the night..." I was trying to be nice but I couldn't help but throw in a couple of "jabs" at them because it all seemed very far fetched to me.So they finally gave up with me but told me to be careful and not provoke it.
I went into my friend's room to make a bed on the floor while they still sat around in the living room talking about the ghost I suppose. In his room are a walk-in closet with only one door in and no vents. I went in and got covers, a pillow and an old military bed roll then set up a sleeping area. I noticed a weird looking oriental lamp in the room that was on but not throwing off much light. I went back out of the room and asked about the lamp. My friend stated, "It doesn't like the light so I leave it on so I can get some sleep..." Now I really had to poke fun at him for having a "night light". I told him that I better not wake up and see him sucking on his thumb, or he'd never hear the end of it.
We finally made our way to the room to go to sleep, but as most kids do when its time for rest we stayed up just talking. About 20 minutes went by and I started to hear scratching sounds coming from the closet, so I sat up and told him to stop playing around because I wasn't buying into all of this crap. He kind of disregarded my statement and just said, "That's how it always starts..." I told him the ghost was in his head and that he was just being childish and trying to scare me.
I also said, "If this ghost is real why the hell can it only scratch the door, is it retarded?" No sooner did I get those words out that the door started shaking with such force that is seemed like someone was trying to kick the dang thing in. He simply put is hands up, I guess showing me it wasn't him, but even as skeptical as I was I knew he had nothing to do with it.
The door went from banging to scratching then back again and then it just stopped. We finally went to sleep after it was quit for awhile. I was only asleep for maybe 3 hours or so before I woke up. The light was bothering me so I sat up and turned it off. I lay back down and the next thing I know this strange whooping screeching sound was right over me. Never in all my years have I heard such a sound. The next thing I remember is my friend standing on his bed to pull the light switch. He was pale as a sheet of paper and pissed off. He said, "What the hell did you turn that off for? Now it won't leave us alone..."
We left the room and went to the living room to get away from it. It really didn't seem to care at this point, as we were leaving the room the bedroom door slammed shut opened back up and then slammed shut again. At seeing this I almost had to go check my underwear. The room sounded like a hurricane going through it. We sat just listening to all this, my friends expression never changed he was tired and mad. So we just sat there not talking just listening to this thing throw a temper tantrum in his room. When it was bored with that it started scratching on the ceiling in the living room and that continued so long I think we just stopped listening to it.
That morning I apologized to his mother for doubting her story and I honestly felt like a jackass for doing so in the first place. She told me she had been in contact with a Minister who would come and bless the house but he was waiting to do more research so he would be better prepared for the task at hand. A week went by and it continued on so my friend was sleeping in their den and they just tried to ignore it.
There was a football game that week and his sister wanted to get some photos of her in the new cheerleader outfit. So they set up a miniature photo "shoot" with the proper lighting and all. I was there at the time because we had just got back from paint ball practice and we were sitting around checking out her cheerleader friends who also wanted some photos on themselves. They went and dropped of the film in one of that one hour photo shops.
We were cleaning our paint ball markers when his mother showed back up with the photos and she simply said, "You two need to see this..." On several pictures there was a shadow, you can almost make out the image of and old lady. The pictures were taken with a semi auto camera so there was no skipping in the pictures. In each photo you see the image moving across then it stops, after a couple more pictures you see it again walking back the other way. They had a light in front of the photographer so no shadow should be there.
When they took these pictures to the Minister he was speechless. The next day the house was blessed and they have only had one encounter since. That was back in 2002 when my friend and I were about to go to Iraq. Nothing has happened since, they still own the house but aren't there very much.