Do you believe in ghosts? I never did. Any time I'd turn on a horror movie, I'd see the ghosts making things move in the night, watching the people sleep, killing them. I used to be terrified by the idea, but I've seen so much horror I am now less than amused when a jump scare happens.
When my family moved to this new house, Nothing was good from the start. The first thing that happened was my mom started hallucinating that our late father was in our rooms as kids, telling us to eat the pink stuff in the walls. Then a few years later, she swore up and down that there was someone watching her sleep at night. We'd often stay the night with her but nothing would ever happen. She said we made her feel safe.
After my brothers and I started sixth grade, my little brother, Travis, started coughing up blood. But it would only happen when he was in his room. He's since gotten better. And above all, the weirdest thing about this house was that our dad had secretly been paying for this house in order for us to later move into. I never understood why he'd keep this place a secret from us. Neither did my mother. Perhaps he thought this house was haunted.
I never believed this place was haunted. I thought anything our mom was going through was a part of her grieving for our dad. But the rate at which all of this happened, and the fact that she's a wreck. She works from home because she doesn't trust anyone outside. Not after her best friend died in a gruesome way she refused to tell us about until we're "older".
Going back to what I was saying, I never thought this place was haunted until a few weeks ago. My brothers and I would swear we'd seen movement out of the corner of our eyes, but nothing would be there. I'd often hear what I believed was my name being called on multiple occasions, yet nobody would claim they'd said it, nor heard it. The one thing that really set things straight for me was when my closet door one night kept opening and slamming shut on its own for nearly an hour. Mind you, my window was shut. I've since been sleeping in my mom's room. I didn't trust whatever was in my room to stay calm.
After many attempts to try and get it to do other thing, talking to it and such, we decided to try for a Ouija board. We had to wait until our mom wasn't home. She'd kill us if she saw what we were doing. We cleared off the living room coffee table and placed the Ouija board on it. We put the glass piece in the center of the board and began calling out the name of the ghost we believed was haunting this place.
We'd previously done research and found out the family that used to live here had a son that died after being flung from their car following a car accident. From what people reported, they parents thought the hit a man, but the man was gone when they got out to check. Nothing, not even blood remained. Not even a dent in the front of the car. But rumour had it they were returning home from a Christmas party, awaiting to see what Santa had brought him. Now he haunts the place in search of his presents.
We continued calling out the boy's name before the glass piece moved on its own. It spelled out the words "GET OUT". My brother laughed, "Are you guys trying to mess with me?"
The piece moved again, this time spelling out the word "RUN". We all looked at each other for a moment before a powerful force pushed the board off the table, us following suite.
I now had my proof, this house was haunted.
When my family moved to this new house, Nothing was good from the start. The first thing that happened was my mom started hallucinating that our late father was in our rooms as kids, telling us to eat the pink stuff in the walls. Then a few years later, she swore up and down that there was someone watching her sleep at night. We'd often stay the night with her but nothing would ever happen. She said we made her feel safe.
After my brothers and I started sixth grade, my little brother, Travis, started coughing up blood. But it would only happen when he was in his room. He's since gotten better. And above all, the weirdest thing about this house was that our dad had secretly been paying for this house in order for us to later move into. I never understood why he'd keep this place a secret from us. Neither did my mother. Perhaps he thought this house was haunted.
I never believed this place was haunted. I thought anything our mom was going through was a part of her grieving for our dad. But the rate at which all of this happened, and the fact that she's a wreck. She works from home because she doesn't trust anyone outside. Not after her best friend died in a gruesome way she refused to tell us about until we're "older".
Going back to what I was saying, I never thought this place was haunted until a few weeks ago. My brothers and I would swear we'd seen movement out of the corner of our eyes, but nothing would be there. I'd often hear what I believed was my name being called on multiple occasions, yet nobody would claim they'd said it, nor heard it. The one thing that really set things straight for me was when my closet door one night kept opening and slamming shut on its own for nearly an hour. Mind you, my window was shut. I've since been sleeping in my mom's room. I didn't trust whatever was in my room to stay calm.
After many attempts to try and get it to do other thing, talking to it and such, we decided to try for a Ouija board. We had to wait until our mom wasn't home. She'd kill us if she saw what we were doing. We cleared off the living room coffee table and placed the Ouija board on it. We put the glass piece in the center of the board and began calling out the name of the ghost we believed was haunting this place.
We'd previously done research and found out the family that used to live here had a son that died after being flung from their car following a car accident. From what people reported, they parents thought the hit a man, but the man was gone when they got out to check. Nothing, not even blood remained. Not even a dent in the front of the car. But rumour had it they were returning home from a Christmas party, awaiting to see what Santa had brought him. Now he haunts the place in search of his presents.
We continued calling out the boy's name before the glass piece moved on its own. It spelled out the words "GET OUT". My brother laughed, "Are you guys trying to mess with me?"
The piece moved again, this time spelling out the word "RUN". We all looked at each other for a moment before a powerful force pushed the board off the table, us following suite.
I now had my proof, this house was haunted.
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