My name is Rick and I'm 17 years old, I would like to just get straight to the story.
I use to live in a 2 floor house, I was about 5 at the time, and I had an imaginary friend named Robert, who was a war Hero. He carried a sword into battle and fought for his country (Present war times), what scared my mother is that Robert taught me how to make fire with 2 sticks, he taught me the sticks could not be wet - and you would have to constantly rub them together to make a flame. I do not remember these instructions I simply remember being outside with friends trying to rub 2 sticks together.
Then comes later. I woke up and I can't exactly remember if I was just waking up... Or reading one of my children's books. And for some reason what I saw next didn't shock me at all, I saw a figure of a man covered completely in television static peak through the door. It was crystal clear. My mother said she ran upstairs with her friend because she heard the door smash closed. I did not see the ghost smash the door closed, it was still open from what I remember. Robert continued to play a part in my life as an imaginary friend but no further haunting... Until we moved.
Two had died in this apartment and 1 expected of dying before we had moved here of old age or something. 1 was a lady who lived upstairs who died in a Hospital and my Great-Grandmother who died of old age in a spare bedroom.
This time we moved to an apartment, all was quiet we had plenty of pets and the lot to blame the sounds during the night on. We got a hold of my grandfathers tape recorder to mess around with (I was about 9-10 years old?) And jibber-jabber into the thing. I decided I didn't want to talk into it anymore so I went into the house next to me which was my grandparents. When I came back we replayed the tape for fun and what my mother heard next shocked her to the core... She asked a question, I have forgotten' what it was but it replied with "...yeaaaa..." in a VERY low voice. It shocked me so much I never touched the tape recorder again until later some years. I did and it still worked, I got scared again and all and tried to mess with it about a year later. Didn't work... The tape was all static. Totally blank.
Before I moved upstairs we where getting it ready for tenants. My uncle was up there cleaning it or something. He came back down and claimed he had seen a black shadow whoosh by and he fainted to the floor hard.
A year later I moved upstairs into the apartment.
We experienced something scary; we thought someone got into our attic!
We heard footsteps so my mother thought it would be a great idea to look up, and as soon as she did the footsteps begin SWOOSHING down the stairs and as my mother closed the door something was trying to open it, we got it locked and we didn't hear anything since, even after my grandfather AND uncle went to check the attic, nothing to be found.
Then we put a baby monitor up there, and it just so happens... We hear loud moaning. We decided to investigate later that week and found it had been a plastic cup or a piece of rubber? But I still find that strange.
Then comes the bigger hauntings, this was what my mother had seen and not me. My mother was in her room and saw the lady who died in the hospital in her room in a blue bathrobe. At the time my grandmother was exactly below where my mother saw the lady who died at the hospital.
Then comes the salt, my uncle was in the Attic as usual spending his time doing whatever. Now I don't know the exact story but for some reason he put salt on the floor and it ended outside on the windowsill? I will ask him later when he wakes up.
Thanks for reading!
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