This story happened to me when I was fifteen years old. My stepbrother and I had talked for a long time about investigating the haunting in our attic. Our bedrooms were in the attic. I finally got the courage one Wednesday in September. I wrote a note to the spirit, telling it to contact me. Three days went by, with no strange goings on. By that Saturday I had forgotten about writing the note. I turned my t.v. Off at 2:30 Sunday morning, rolled over, and tried to get to sleep. After about ten minutes, just when I was about to slip into dream land, I heard what sounded like someone had picked up one end of the dresser in the other room and drop it. I then heard a sound like a bees nest under my bed. I instantly became frozen with fear. That sound faded out. I heard footsteps and whispering next. Then a sound that I cannot compare to any other came from across the room, and into my ear. This sound kept retreating and coming back. The two times I opened my eyes briefly, I saw blue orbs, which I had seen before. I heard sounds of rain, and helicopters as well. This lasted for two hours straight, until my stepbrother's alarm went off.
I immediately sprang from my bed, and ran into the other room. I told my stepbrother what had happened as I walked with him to where he worked. I was sore and sick to my stomach from staying still for so long. I waited for several hours to return to the house. I then told my mother what happened. I didn't go back into the attic again until that night and couldn't sleep that night.
I will never forget this as long as I live. I believe this spirit has found me again.
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