Submitted to us by Amy
It all started when we moved into my new house. Well, it used to be an apartment. The bottom part was one part, then the top part was another part. My room and my sister’s room had a doorway in between.
The stairs are not very cushiony so you can her someone when they walk up. My sister is like an elephant when she walks up the stairs.
One day I heard footsteps coming up. I hollered go down stair now. I am tired of you running up and down, but no one answered. And I didn’t hear foot steps. I asked my mom where my sister was, she said at her friends.
That night I turned off my light then my cord started moving, but the fans weren’t on. I couldn’t move, I didn’t want to move. I scared myself to sleep. It happens once in awhile. I’m use to it now, but it might be mean or nice.