Our home was in front of a park, which was followed by two graveyards. People always asked me if I was afraid of living so close to two graveyards. “No, I am used to it,” I always replied.
It was around two or three in the morning. I woke up to hear my dad yelling at my brother. My dad was telling him to stop pretending to be asleep because he caught him coming out of the bathroom running; why wasn�t he asleep? It was late.
“Dad, I wasn�t awake. I was asleep because I feel sick,” I heard my brother say.
My father kept saying, “Don�t lie to me. You were wearing this black-hooded jacket.” (I thought about the hooded figure I often see)
“That�s not mine,” my brother said.
There was an eerie silence. Then suddenly we all saw another figure running from the bathroom passing our room. My father told us what he saw. He said he woke up to go to the bathroom and noticed someone who he thought was my brother wearing the black hooded jacket run from the bathroom to his bedroom. My father got angry because he’d told my brother to go to bed three hours before.
So my father went after him – only to see my brother asleep. But my father thought he was just acting like was asleep because he knew he was going to get in trouble. Now he knew, though, that it hadn’t been my brother, and we all wondered who or what was in our house.
Another incident happened with my sister and me late at night. My whole family was at the house except my brother who was going to come back home . It was around 11 p.m. And We were in our bedroom, which is right next to the kitchen, so the way our bed is angled, you can see the back door (which everyone uses; we never use the front door but once in a while).
We were watching a movie when we heard the alarm beep, and then my brother walked in, talking on the phone. We saw him walk by into the hall and heard him talking as he climbed the stairs. He usually comes and talks to us before he goes upstairs, but this time he keep talking and went right upstairs.
We didn�t really think anything of it, and kept watching the movie. Around 11:30, we heard the door alarm beep and my brother walked into the house again, only this time he came over to the kitchen to get something.
Frowning, my sister asked, “When did you leave again? We didn�t even hear you.”
“What are you talking about? I just came back home” my brother said
“No,” I said slowly, “we saw and heard you come in, talking on your cell phone, a little while ago.”
“No, I just came home right now,” he said, and we all stared at each other, confusion on our faces.
I saw my sister coming in the room and go to the balcony. Seconds later she came in again and went to the balcony again. I was horrified. I told her everything.
We have seen and heard many other things too
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