| MY HAUNTED HOUSE |
| STORY |
| Written by ME....Daniele...all true :) |
| Shortly after moving into our new home, strange occurances started to happen. Friends of the family came to visit us, and were scheduled to sleep over night. The radio was on, and one of the company said " I really like this song", suddenly the volume went up for the whole song, and went back down when the song was finished. We looked at each other curiously.....Then to our astonishment, we heard a loud crash, a large picture had fallen off the wall of my grandmother's room. The glass shattered. There was no visible reason why the picture had fallen, the screw was still in the wall, and the wall wire still in place. We settled down, and went on talking among ourselves, when two more pictures fell off the walls of different floors of the house, over a period of one hour. One of those pictures, fell off the wall at the top of the stairs, fell the full distance to the main floor and did not break, leaving the nail perfectly intact on the wall. After that, we began to get spooked ...my mom later said to our company, "Whatever you brought with you, make sure you take it when you leave!" Later that evening, the pantry door opened by itself. Our company left the next day. On occasion after that, we would hear noises, (a kind of rustling), in the basement. One day, my mom and I who had both been in the bathroom before leaving for work/school, and everything had appeared to be normal. After we left, my grandmother was there alone. She went upstairs to have a shower, and there was a puddle of blood beside the sink. She became immediately concerned that some one, (either my mom or me) had been injured before we left. But this was not the case. She looked in the bath tub, and noticed more blood inside the soap dish, it grossed her out, so she washed the blood down the bath tub, and left the blood near the sink for us to see when we got home. Later when I got home from school, completely unaware of this incident, I stumbled upon the blood next to the sink. Alarmed, I immediately located my mother. Baffled and confused, she quickly took a kleenex, wiped it up, and threw it down the toilet. It was later that we realized it would have been best to keep it for DNA testing. One day I was home alone from school feeling sick, when I heard the infamous 'moving boxes' sound for myself. The noise began to edge me off a little, so I took off the blanket that was drying on the door, and closed it. Around ten minutes later when I looked to the door, it was open. Knowing that I was the only person in the house, and that I had previously closed the door, I started to freak out. I closed the door again, and this time, put a chair in front of it. I then lay down on the couch near the door and watched t.v. Another hour or two later, i looked to the door once more, and the door was yet again open, with the chair pushed ahead. At that point, I think I remained curled up on the couch until my family got home. Throughout the year, we had occurances, such as sounds from the basement, like boxes being moved, and paper being crumpled, sometimes, a continuous scratching sound. My mother told my brother and I not to be fearful, but that a man (she felt the presence of a man), had died in our house and that he was not there to harm us, but rather for assistance. We had known when we moved there, that our next-door neighbors, and the previous owners of the house were very close. My mother finally built up the courage to go and ask our neighbors.."Who was the man who died in our house?". Apparently, the woman who sold us the house, had a 36 year old husband that passed away ten years earlier at the foot of the basement stairs from a blood clot in his brain. years later, even though she had finally gotten remarried, she still wouldn't give up the house, and would visit it every second weekend although she had stopped living there. She kept him there, she wasn't letting him go. My parents were now planning on separating, and my mom started packing the basement. It seems that whenever there is disharmony in a home, it makes the spirit more activated. We started to hear more boxes dragging accross the floor, the same sound my mom was making while she packed. one night my mom decided to take a shower at 1:30 in the morning, while every one else was asleep. She suddenly heard a man's voice calling her name like he was in deep pain. She frantically went around the house to see if everybody was okay, all was well, so she went back to the bathroom. She then heard a muffling of the same voice, coming out of the bath tub drain. She went to bed that night, and woke up with a revelation that something was squeezing her big toe, but of course, no one was visibly there. That was it. It was too uncomfortable now, even for her. she called in someone to exercise the ghost from our home. We still did feel his presence for about another week after that. Later, my mom ran into the same neighbor, who said she was wondering if the ghost moved into her house....her son who was in college had been experiancing similar noises in thier house. After, we sold our house. Two months later, the house was up for sale again, go figure. Years later, we were looking at pictures of our former haunted house, as well as a video. On both, you can clearly see 'orbs' which offers us proof of the existence of a spirit, or spirits, in our old home. This was my first experiance, (we'll have to see about the last), with a haunted house. >>>>>>>>>>>>BELIEVE IT OR NOT. |