It all started in a little neighborhood in Beverly, Massachusetts. My mom, my sister, our dog panda and I were just getting settled down in the new house when weird thing started happening. One evening, my mom and my sister went to grab groceries and I stayed home to work on my oral report. About three minutes after they left I heard banging on the door so I went to see who was there, but when I opened the front door, no one was there. I went back up stairs to work, but it happened again. At the back door this time. So I answered it again no one there. I only thought it was my nerves or my imagination so I went in to the kitchen to grab a soda and went back up stairs and that was it.
Then it was my mom's turn. I was at a new friend's house and my sitter was at the park, our mom was making lunch for us when we got back. When mom was done, she went out to the living room to read a book. About thirty minutes into the story, she felt someone breathing cold air on the back of her neck. When she turned around she saw a silhouette of a man in an army uniform. She was so freaked out, she left to go to a library, but since she was so frightened, she just sat there.
Next it was my sister's turn, she was sitting in her room playing with the miniature porcelain dolls Nana gave her, when one of them floated in mid air and left the room. She chased after it but it left the house and landed on three graves in the back yard. She told me, and I looked on the computer for any evidence or history that leads to the strange phenomenon. It said there was a family who lived there and the husband went psycho because he was a alcoholic and killed the daughter and the mother and after that buried them in the backyard and killed him self, but to tell you the freakiest part, the computer started typing in the words "help us!".
So we told mom and she called a cemetery keeper to come and buried the bodies in a marked grave and that was the end of our problem and theirs.
REST IN PEACE.