First off I would like to say that I don't know much about the spirit world and I really don't care. I'm not dead yet so I haven't done too much wrong. I don't mean to offend anyone saying that. My stories are true, a lot of things happened to me when I lived in that house in sunman, I just wanted to try and let you know now on to the story.
Mid spring at my house in sunman. I can't give you a time because it these things took place over about a week. So about friday (again on the ouija board) we found ourselves talking to a little boy (or so he said}. He told us that he had died in the same old house we were living in and that his parents dumped him in the well out back (just in case).
I went outside in the dark to look down the well, I guess it was closed up because it wasn't too deep. I took a look around, saw nothing and went back inside telling everyone that I didn't see anything (everyone in the room was me, my mom, jacob, ryan, my sisters, and a few of her friends). Well, this kind of thing went on for a few days but things soon went bad.
I couldn't sleep at night, it felt like something was keeping me up and just as I was about to doze off, it felt like something would hit me. I would go into the bathroom and when I would look at the mirror, I wouldn't see me, I saw a face with kind of torn up skin and no eyes. In fear that no one would believe me, I kept these things to myself. Until one morning my mom told us to come down stairs and that she had to talk to us.
When I came down stairs, my mom had tears in her eyes. We asked her what was wrong, she told us that "these thing are not funny anymore you guys need to stop" and we were just sitting like "what the crap are you talking about?". She said "the noises at night, the face in the mirror, the words in the bathtub, and this!". She slapped a piece of paper on the table with some pictures, the pictures were of all of us and the piece of paper said come find me or die written in blood on it.
I knew where the pictures came from, they were always in my sisters lock boxes. I also knew that she lost the key some time back we checked it and it was still locked. After that, my mom checked all of us for anything that blood could have come from and nothing but after all of that, we didn't hear too much from the little boy in the well.
PS I can understand if you have a hard time believing this, I do myself.