It all started when we moved into our new house. It was left for my dad when my Grandma passed. The house was a small mansion built by my ancestors. It has been in our family ever since the 1600s. It's a 3 story house with a balcony on the second and third story, and a fountain in the middle of the front yard that doesn't run. The history of the house was very graphic. The house has been passed down through the generations. The ghosts that haunt the house and my family were the very first ones to live in the mansion. The ghosts: Henry the father, Samantha the mother, and their children, David (18), Abigail (15), William (10), Elizabeth (8), Herald (6), and Marie (5) Marrow (I added this information just in case it was important).
According to the history, Henry became very sick and ended up being demon possessed. As the family tried hopelessly to save him, he told David and Abigail that their deaths would be the most brutal. Then one night, as the children were sitting in the parlor, a gunshot was fired. Indeed, it was Henry. He had shot and killed Samantha. As the children tried to escape he killed them off one by one. I'm not got going to give the details just of how graphic it was. After Henry killed everyone in his family, he went out in the backyard and killed himself.
Now back to this time period. A short time after moving in, my parents and I were sitting in the dining room eating dinner when all of a sudden, the table started to shake violently. After it stopped, I looked up and saw something run past the archway. I got up and dashed over to where I saw it, but it was gone. I am an only child and the only pet we have is a cat. The size of what I saw was at least 4 ft. Tall, so I couldn't imagine what it was.
The next night, I was in my room alone. I was getting ready for bed and I accidentally knocked something off my dresser. I bent down to pick it up and it suddenly became cold. I stood up and in the mirror in front of me, I saw what was actually David, standing behind me. I didn't know at the time that this was David. I had no idea who this person was. Scared out of my mind, I turned around and he was gone! I rushed down the hall to my parents' room but they were already asleep.
The next day around lunch, I heard heavy footsteps going up the stairs. I looked around the corner and there was no one there, so I just went back to what I was doing. About to minutes later, I heard it again upstairs right above my head, as if someone were walking around. My parents had already gone to work so I thought someone had broken in. I crept upstairs with a stainless steel candleholder in my hand. I walked up to the door and busted in and all the noise instantly stopped. I started to wonder if maybe the house was haunted.
That night after dinner, my dad walked into the kitchen to get something to drink. My mom and I were still seated at the dinner table when we heard something break against the floor. We went in the kitchen to see what happened. My dad was standing there with the broken glass on the floor next to him. My mom asked what was wrong. He said he saw a little girl sitting in a puddle of blood. He said she had bloody cuts all over her and her eyes were completely white. We all had trouble sleeping that night.
At 12:09 am, I was laying in bed staring at the ceiling when out of nowhere I heard a little boy laughing. I sat up and it stopped. I lied back down and rolled over to face the wall. After laying there for about 2 minutes, I heard my door creak open and footsteps coming up behind me. I rolled over and it was David! He was standing over me trying to tell me something. He had short black hair, old-fashioned clothes, bloody and ripped to shreds. His skin was gray and he to had bloody cuts on his arms and one on his for head above his right eyebrow. His words started to make a little sense now. "Help uu-s he he's co-me-ing he'll ki-ll he-'ll ki-ll." And just like that he vanished! I was so scared! I grabbed my baseball bat just in case something tried to kill me. I ran down the hall and burst into my parents' room. They weren't asleep yet. They asked me what was wrong. I asked them if they had seen or heard anything strange. They both replied no.
That's when I decided to research the history of my house on the computer. After I learned everything I realized why their ghosts would still be in our house. They were tortured and killed... completely innocent... murdered. We're used to it now. I must say I've had a lot of different ghost experiences, but those I could tell later. Still to this day our house is haunted. Like my mom seeing a dead boy in the bathtub, and my cousin hearing a girl crying in my closet.
There are so many things to tell that I can't fit into this story. Feel free to tell me what you think. I hope you enjoyed it. It is all 100% true and if you don't believe it than that's ok too.