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I was about the age of 10. Year was 2000. My mother and I had moved to Virginia from California. We moved there on behave of her new husband. We moved to his apartment. Not too long after they had bought a new house. Technically it was old, really old. The kind you see in movies that just looks haunted from the outside.

The first night we stayed there we had not yet moved the furniture. So all three of us slept on air mattresses and blankets. The staircase was right in front of us. It was late at night. I was young, so I wanted to stay up and explore. After my little exploration I laid down. I’m not sure at what point in time, but I happened to look up at the stairs. I thought that maybe I was dreaming. but what I saw, kinda freaked me out. As I looked at the stairs, I saw, or I think I did. An old tall white man, with a young boy at his side. I knew they weren’t human. They had this odd look to them. I did notice that they didn’t look happy. Upset actually, a little sad. The old man seemed to have his hand around the boys shoulders.

Another thing about it is, I remember they were on the second step. And that one step had the loudest creak sound. They were just standing there staring at us. The next morning, I was unsure of what I saw. A few weeks into the house, it was another late night. We were watching TV, I had to use the bathroom. After I left the bathroom, the door was half opened. My dad walked by and called my name. I was in my bedroom on the second floor. I came down and asked what he wanted. He looked a little pale. He claimed that he saw a young girl with blonde curly hair standing in the bathroom. He had me stand exactly where he saw her. With the door the same way and everything. Everything was at perfect angle of where the little girl was standing. We were all a little freaked.

I still remember that house like I was just there yesterday. That place gave me the creeps. My room had a big slant in it because of how the roof was. Everyday and night I would here the pigeons flapping there wings.

Another thing that was odd to me was that for some reason I had wasps in my room. They came out of a whole in the wall. But I was not once ever stung or bothered by them.

So that’s one story of my “encounter” with the paranormal. I still remember it so vividly.

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