When I was trying to find my big brother, I looked around the house outside and I saw a door shut. I went in the house and went through the bathroom door. I left it open a creak and I looked to the corner of my eye and I saw two big eyes so I turned around and said my brother's name and said "Gotchya!". The door slammed closed, but there was no windows open so I opened the door and nothing was there!
And that is my story and for the rest of my life I have been scared of ghosts. I talked to my friends and they believe me but my parents don't, my mom said "It was a dream." I didn't tell my dad yet. The weird thing is, when we came here, they had to build this house it was never built before my mom had my big brother. There is more weird things going on in this house, more paranormal things, so I will try to send them later on, but now have a good frightening time reading my ghost story.
I have been interested in ghost ever since I saw those two big white eyes, and I shall figure out what and why those unexplained eyes came to my house.