It started on Friday, August 28, 2009. My grandma had come into my room telling me to get out of bed and pack for my hometown in South Dakota. My mom and little sister had gotten into a crash.
After I packed I called my uncle and he told me that my sister had died at the hospital. By the time I got to see her she had been gone for an hour.
That Sunday when I got home, I was in bed trying to sleep when something or someone was telling me to look towards my open closet. When I looked, there was my sister laying on top of some boxes just like she was in the hospital.
Two weeks later I was at my sisters dads house and I had to go into the basement for something. While I was standing at the top of the stairs I saw what looked like a black shadow pass the bottom of the stairs going to the door that lead to the bedroom that was directly below where I was standing.
I was told by my older brother that while he was sleeping in the upstairs bedroom that he woke up and heard somebody walking downstairs when everybody was asleep then saw what I like to describe as a “light show” on the bedroom door that he was in… after he told me about that and from what I witnessed in the home, I have never been comfortable in that entire house and to this day will not go into the basement of my stepdads basement alone.
Sent in by Jesse, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com