You probably wont believe me but every word of this story is absolutely true.
When I was fourteen, I was watching my younger brother while my mother was out shopping. We were watching TV and my brother was slowly dozing on my lap. At about 8 pm it was dark out and I was just about to carry my brother to his bed.
Just when I stood, I heard something crash from the second floor. Like a box or something. Being too terrified I ran for the phone to call my mom or the police. I called my mom first. I told her there was someone in the house that knocked down a box. Hearing the terror in her voice she said she’d be home as soon as she could.
Twenty minutes later I was outside with my brother with him sleeping on a blanket I brought out for him. My mom climbed out of the car and ran inside leaving the groceries and us outside. I heard her going into the closet and grabbing a [my dad's] metal baseball bat and slowly climbing the stairs.
Me and my brother sat outside for what seemed like forever until mom came out looking pissed.”It was my jewelry box that aunt Sharon got me for my wedding! it fell from the vanity!” I stared at her dazed. I didn’t go upstairs!
My mom was ticked for the rest of the week. But I swear I never went upstairs.
A month or so later, my mom trusted me at home by myself as she went to the mall with one of her friends and my brother. While she was gone, My friend Jillian came over.
Jillian and I hung out for awhile in my room chatting. Suddenly something from my side table flew past my shoulder and crashed against my blue walls. Jillian, looking as shocked and pale as I was stared at what had gotten launched. It was my bible. Jillian and I were so scared we ran out. As I was about to slam the door I heard a mans whisper. “Go away” it said. I nearly peed myself but Jillian grabbed my arm and we ran to the living room. We talked for awhile about what we had just witnessed. Then we came to a conclusion: To make an Ouija board to talk to that ghost. I didn’t want to get involved into all that riff raff.
But I really wanted to know what the spirit wanted. So we went on the computer and found out how to make an Ouija board.
A while later (all through the creation of our Ouija board we hear bangs and clatters), We had successfully made our Ouija board. With a glass cup as our pointer. We began. I started first, I asked it the question I’ve wanted to know for two months: “What do you want” It slowly replied: foryoutomove. I translated it to word form and it said: for you to move. I nearly fainted but I pressed forward. ” Why?” He replied: “noneofyourbusiness” Jillian wrote down all his replies, even though her handwriting was barely readable from her shaking. I asked it question after question until my mom came home (thankfully not very many items had broken).
My mother greeted Jillian kindly, then looked at our Ouija board. “What are you doing?” she asked. I still had my hands on the pointer and it replied. Jillian wrote it down like she had been. It read: “getoutofherenow” my mother looked stunned. Then she picked up the cardboard and tore it in half. Furious she sent me to my room and told Jillian to go home.
When I got to my room, it was littered with things from my shelves and tables. Whispering and in tears I mustered up all the strength I had: “Get out” I said. “no” it whispered back. When I went to pick up my bible it had turned to Revelations. Thinking it was nothing I closed it and put it in my side table.
I am fifteen now and the attacks continue to happen. My mother has finally accepted the truth. But the ghost still wont leave until we leave.
I am not lying, and thank you for taking the time to read this.
Sent in by Lydia Crew, Copyright 2011
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