When I turned five, my mom, sisters, dad, grandma, and I moved into a new house at the top of a hill in Sherman Oaks. The house was a little too big for us. It had five bedrooms, five bathrooms, library, large kitchen, large playroom, and an attic.
Not to long after we moved in, my parents divorced, and grandma died. So that meant, that four people lived in this huge house alone. When I was eight and one of my sisters was nine, we began seeing ghosts in our house. Lets say you're walking down one of the halls, and from the corner of your eye, you might see a black figure. But when you'd turn around, nothing would be there. Once I was in our backyard, my mom was putting sunscreen on my face. From the corner of my eye, I saw a black figure go down our slide. Sometimes my mom would put incense in my sisters' room at night. She said ghosts wouldn't come in their room if they did that.
I had a nanny who was very religious. My mom had her and some of her friends from church bless our house. That seemed to have worked for a short period of time, but the ghosts came back eventually.
When I was almost 11, we sold our house and moved to Valencia. My sister's orthodontist is in Sherman Oaks though. So one day after my sister had an orthodontist appointment, my mom and sisters went to visit our old neighbors. While they were in the neighborhood, they ran into the people who bought our old house. They told my mom, who told me, that sometimes at night; they heard footsteps downstairs by one of the hallways. But nobody's there. The ghost also plays with the lights now. They turn them off and on, off and on.