oh i didn't wanna say ghosts earlier cuz i figured people would bash on me.
but i never really believe in ghosts until this one night at an old house of mine. oh this story gives me goosebumps jsut thinking about it.
don't read if you're gonna heckle me, i know what i saw.
so i shared a room with my little brother when we were younger. and i used to always hear the sound of someone walking up the stairs at night, every single night. and i would always pop my head down the hallway to see if anyone was there. but i never once saw anyone. but you know how like the 2nd to top stair on your stairway will creek really loud or something....well that would happen every night, and my door was the first on the right, bathroom was first on the left. that was kinda of a ramble, so the ghost part kicks in like such: so i always had this creepy vibe that someone was watching me from my windows or closet, which was filled with tons of my moms old clothes. and i swear one time i saw someone just standing in the closet watching me, but it was dark so i could only see the head moving w/ some hands. none the less, i jsut assumed it was a shadow, cuz i turned on the lgihts and no one was there. (k, this is where it gets bizzare, don't make fun, i never tell this story.) so shortly after that night i'm having some good sex dreams about boobs or something (i was young). suddenly i wake up, i slept on the top of the bunk-bed. and so i adjust how im laying to fall back asleep and open my eyes, and there is a shitload of white puffy cloud looking things jsut floating around my room. so i watch for a couple of seconds, couldn't have been more than 5 seconds. and i started FREAKING OUT! these white things are circling my room and primarily my closet, going in and out. so i look down and my brother is sleeping below me sound asleep and there are puffy things by him. then all of a sudden i look right by my feet and a puffy thing pops up and gave me this crazy fucking smile, i can't even explain it. instantly i start screaming my fucking head of 'MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! COME HERE! COME HERE!' as loud as i fucking could, woke everyone in the whole house up, except my little brother. so i tell her what i saw and she obviously didn't believe me. then like 30 seconds after me telling her my sister runs out of her room crying. and she told my mom she saw the same fucking thing. our closets were attached, cuz our rooms were right next to each other. so me and my sister slept in my mom's room for like 2 or 3 weeks after that. my little brother never woke up through any of the drama and he just acted liek nothing happen. come to think aobut it, i have no idea how he didn't wake up, my voice hurt after those screams. never been so scared in my whole life.
3 or 4 months after that happened. we had this rug laying on the floor that weighed a shitload, had to be at least 50-60lbs. so me, my brother, and my sister are all coming home from school and we open the garage door. then we open the dorr that leads into the house, it was fairly windy. all of a sudden this heavy ass rug starts spinning in circles in mid air, as though it caught a wind gust under it. so it spins around for a couple of seconds in mid air, and then hits a huge fucking mirror we had that was right next to it, the mirror shatters and we all freaked out and ran the fuck away to our neighbors house.
later on we found out that someone in the last family that lived there had died in that house and all this shit. im not sure if it was them or what, but someone definately did not want us living at that house. the end.
oh and if you really read all that, i'm sorry it wasn't mor eentertaining, it was jsut one weird ass tale i have. my bad.
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