This is a true story. It started when my mom met my step dad they decided to move in together and so my step dads boss offered him a house to live in. They took it and my grandmother moved in upstairs because it was a two story home so me, my mom (she was pregnant), my step dad and my two older sisters moved into the basement. I was only six at the time but I still remember it clearly.
I would always have strange dreams. I was little so I didn’t know what they meant, all that happened in them when they first started were two little girls running down a hall holding hands. My family was happy so I never told anyone. When we got my dog she would run and hide under the couch then right after she did that I would hear strange laughing.
As I got older my grandmother moved out and my mom gave birth to my little brother and we got the whole house to our selves then when I was 11 we had people move into our basement and when they moved in things went from OK to horrible. We would hear things running up and down the hall. When my sister, who was 13 at the time, would do something wrong something would come off of a shelf and hover in the air a minute then would hit her right on top of her head. My dreams would get worse. I would have dreams of little girls being killed by their father and then he would kill himself and his wife. They would tell me things.
I still live in the house because I cannot find any other place to live and still have those dreams. I have been slapped. I have seen men, women, little boys, little girls, everything in this house. I even seen a man with a rams head say he can help me he can take the pain away. I have been woken up by people yelling, people waking me up and telling me I need to get out of the house. I have even had my attic door, which I make sure is closed, come open. I have found a very strange pendant hanging on the doorknob and my lights have gone out. I have heard screaming of little kids and I have wanted to cry for no reason.
I will not sleep in my room because of things waking me up. I am Wiccan but I do not do any spells or anything. I have had bibles thrown at me, I have heard the sound of glasses clinking like in a bar. My mom couldn’t handle it because she would get thrown down the steps every day so she and my step dad moved out of the house. I came to live in it because I needed a home and they didn’t have the right to sell the house and my step fathers boss wouldn’t sell the house insisting it was our imaginations so I go through finding my money gone to things being pulled off of shelves and I feel hands touching my face and words being whispered in my ear such as why did you leave or we can still be together and the weirdest, I’m so sorry Beth I didn’t mean it at all. I don’t like having those things being said to me because that name scares me so bad but there’s nothing I can do so I’m just living here day by day with whatever’s in this house.