I moved into this house with my mother back in June of '08. We're renting, and when we moved in all I could think was "This place isn't haunted.", because that was the feeling I got. Am I a sensitive? No. I just guessed, because my dad's house has a couple ghosts, and they let you know they are there. I'm not sure if I was wrong, or right about that.
I stayed up late in the summer, I usually do. I'm a night owl, to put it simply. Through out the Summer I had a few experiences.
I was on the phone with my friend sitting near the door leading to the dining room. I distinctly heard someone say "Hello" from behind me. I remember spinning the chair around (It was a spinney chair, ha-ha.), and looking into the Dining Room. I then asked my friend is anyone had just said hello to her, or if we were picking up someone's signal. She said no as if I were crazy. I ignored it, saying it was just my mind messing with me because it was late.
I was lying on the couch, watching TV at night with my cat on my lap, when I got a strange feeling about the dining room. I kept glancing towards it, waiting to see something walk by or appear, but nothing did. I started to fall asleep, when suddenly my cat jumped up. I looked at her, and noticed she was staring into the dining room, tail fluffy, growling as if a man (She dislikes males.) had walked by. No one was up, and she calmed down after a few minutes. My cat never used to growl before, unless it was at the dogs that were in the basement. I don't know what it was. I also had something rub against my leg that was not there, but that does not pertain to this, so I won't write it out.
My mother is afraid of ghosts. I always joked with her that this house was haunted, and ever since we moved in, I claimed that there was a little girl named Gracie in my bedroom. Of course, she knew I was lying, and she told me to quit before I make anyone, if there is anyone here, angry. I ignored her, and kept throwing out jokes about spirits in our house. I said there was a man, and a girl, and that they weren't friends. I made up foolish stories, and told my mom ridiculous stuff just to get a laugh. I meant no harm by it I thought it was all in fun. Until the night I had the dream of a boy. He had to be a teenager, probably between the age of 16-19. I remember his dark hair, and dark eyes.
In my dream, I was standing in the kitchen; staring in the window thinking wouldn't it be freaky if I saw someone standing behind me? I glanced behind me, and then back at the door. I screamed, because behind me stood the boy, glaring at me and looking completely livid. I ran from him, running into the dining room and up the steps. He followed me, chasing after me. I ran into my mom's room, and hid beside her bed, but he found me.
He picked me up by my shirt, holding my body close to his as he screamed in my face. He screamed of death, and how I was rude for making fun of him. He told me that his death was not funny, and I distinctly remember him saying 'My father shot me six times in the head, is that funny?', before he threw me on the ground. I ran from him, crying and screaming for my mom. I went on with a normal day after that, but everywhere I went in my house he appeared. When I entered my room, he would be standing near my closet. When I entered the kitchen, he stood in the corner near the sink. When I was in the bathroom, he was standing by the washer. He wouldn't go away, and he kept trying to talk to me. He kept trying to apologize for screaming, for scaring me, but I wouldn't listen. I didn't want him near me.
I woke up frightened and scared that he really existed. Had this been a warning? I told my mom, and she told me that was what I got for joking about Ghost's all the time.
You never know if they're just hiding.