Submitted to us by Stacy
I have always lived a poor life, so when we moved to a big house, I was excited. We knew a lot about the house, because a lot of family members used to live there. We know of two old women who died in my uncles room, and a teenager hanged herself in my closet. (back in the 70′s)
We have always heard footsteps down the hallway, and it was always cold in the kitchen. I saw the first ghost when I was washing the dishes, and my little sister was drying. We both were talking when we saw a little boy running in our backyard. We thought he was going to run into the motel wall (the house is next to a motel). We ran outside worried, but no one was there.
The second time, I was walking to the kitchen when I looked over and saw a huge shadow of a guy in a cowboy hat (I thought it was my uncle, who died 4 years ago). I ran and told my mom.
My parents told us for the past week they have been hearing something that sounds like a huge person jumping off our counters. After that, we were seeing ghosts everyday, and my friends would quit coming over because they couldn’t handle the ghosts. it was like that for the longest seven years of my life.
My last night there, I woke up, and I couldn’t breathe. It felt like I was being chocked. My sister started screaming, and got my parents. They pulled me out of bed, and we moved out that night. The last I heard of the house, they were going to tear the house down.