The Man Who Died in My House
When I was five years old I was with my mom, dad, two sisters, and my brother. We moved into this neighborhood which I heard had many houses with people dieing and are still in those houses no lie. I’m serious, that’s why that neighborhood was so quiet and weird looking. So here is my story:
We moved into this two story house in a neighborhood called Indigo near Fair Fax in Goose Creek, South Carolina. It was a big pink house and when I moved there my sister wouldn’t stop sleeping with me on my bed because she always said she was scared. Me and my family never believed her when she said that she saw ghosts around here. I was the only one who started believing her because when I was home alone I saw like a black figure that was really huge and it really looked like a man. He ran from my big sisters room to …