The Scary House

Apr 15 2008

Published by admin at 8:45 pm under Ghosts and Hauntings

Hi, I’m Sara. I know, that is a name that is in a lot of ghost stories. I’m going to tell you of a house, a scary house. Well, we moved into the house when I was four. The house is two stories tall and very nice. The first few years were normal. I don’t remember what order this happened in, but I remember the stories.

Well, one night I was in bed and I heard the door knob turn. The door was unlocked. I’m not sure if this was on the same night, but this was after it. I was laying in bed and the door was closed. I started hearing footsteps behind me. I looked back and the footsteps stopped and there was nothing there, but when I laid back down the footsteps continued but never seemed to get closer.

Then one day I was in the living room by myself and mom was asleep in her room, it was about noon, and I was standing next to the wall. A car went by and a flash came to the corner of my eye in the shape of a skeleton. It was probably the car that caused it, but I was only like six so it scared me.

I ran to the stairs and looked over the railing and a dark human figure came through the dining room. It’s face was black. I couldn’t see the face, it was like the figure came out of a dream. Because in my dreams I usually can’t see the face of the people. I ran the rest of the way up the stairs. My curiosity made me go back to the railing and thank God it was gone. Then I went to the top of the stairs and went to my bed room.

Then another night my brother and I were in the same bunk bed. I was on the edge of the bed. Then I saw a figure standing in the door way. It had the figure of a human. It scared me so I put my head under the covers. I felt like it was going to hurt me.

Then one night I got scared and slept in the same bed as my mom. I looked out into the hallway and saw a white tornado type thing. It had heads popping out of it. The heads were skulls, and looked like they were looking for something. So I coved my eyes.

These are as real as it gets.Sinc then I have moved from Ohio to Kentucky. I don’t believe that house was haunted and that the ghost have followed me to this house. They leave me alone a little bit more now. So that is my story. Now I’m twelve, but those experiences still scare me and make me shiver whenever I think about it. Thank you for reading my story.