My mom and stepfather live in an old house. Its not really old, only about sixty years or so. It was built over old swamp land and is really in a bad location. I have seen so many things in that house, that even at my age I hate to go there. I have had many experiences there. So have my parents and siblings.
1. There is a lady who taps on the glass at the front door, and says “Is anyone here?” I have yet to see her, but I have heard her.
2. I have seen a man standing in the kitchen, when everyone else was outside. He was tall, wearing a vest and a flat hat. He looked very old.
3. There is a spot in the hallway that the cats avoid like the plague (My step-dad’s father died in that spot). They have even hissed at what seems to be nothing in that spot.
4.The back door opens on its on sometimes and its a heavy solid wood door.
5. When I was a teenager, I was smoking a cigarette with my brother and there was a knock on the door, so we hurried in to answer it. Nobody was there. I had left the cigarette on the edge of the dresser. It was gone, we tore that room apart, but never found it. Months later I had moved the dresser from my brothers room to mine. I was home alone and had fallen asleep. I woke up to my cheek burning, I woke up and there on the dresser was a lit Newport 100, sitting on the edge. I was sure someone was there, but after checking the doors were locked and the dogs and cats were sleeping peacefully. Things only got worse after that.
6. Every night after that I would have these very vivid nightmares. I would wake up drenched in sweat and screaming. I began to see things and hear tapping on the walls. I would look in the mirror and see blood running down the walls, but nothing was there. My room was always ice cold even in the middle of July. My Boyfriend and his brother would stay nearly every night and they felt it too. Something was not right in that room. It got to the point that I could not stay in my own room alone. Things would hit me, fall on me and more than once something pushed me out of bed. After my brother moved out, I got his room and everything stopped. There was something in that room, there still is. In my new room I hung a cross and a bunch of religious things. Never bothered me after that.
I have had other experiences in other places, but nothing like that.
Written by Lizzie, Copyright TrueGhostTales.com 2010