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My Experiences Living in a Haunted House

I am only 13 but have already had a lot of ghostly experiences. I would like to share some things that have happened, most of them were quite a few years ago, some more recent.

The clearest one happened a few years ago,I must have been about 11 or 12. It was very late one night, and I had been having quite bad sleeping problems. I went through a phase of never being able to get to sleep for hours and hours. So one night, it must have been about 1 am, I was still awake. The rest of the house was quite, so everyone must have been asleep. I was very restless so I got up and turned on my bedroom light. I opened my bedroom door wide. Now, outside my room is the ton of the stairs, and the wall opposite (attached to the stairs) is made of brick. The light from my bedroom was shining onto the …

August 14th, 2010 by Caretaker 

The Glass Door

We’d been walking around all night, knocking on people’s houses and messing around, then we headed back to Emily’s house. We ate some pizza. We emptied our bags of sweets into the middle of the front room. All of our quilts and pillows were laid on the floor, and we sat around the sweets talking, and having fun, having a good night, like it was supposed to be. Like people our age would have.

It was at least 3 or 4 in the morning. Only me and Sarah were awake. Everyone else was asleep. We were whispering to each other, talking about old times and taking pictures. That’s when it started. We heard like a faint banging in the dining room. The room next to where we were. We thought it was nothing at first. Then we heard it again and again. It wouldn’t stop.

Everyone else woke up after a while. It was from the banging. At first they …

February 13th, 2010 by Caretaker 

Little Boy Ghost in My House

I am 12 years old. I strongly believe there is a presence of a young boy around 6 to 8 in my house. Now, most people reading this might think it’s a 12 year old kid who’s just messing around, but this is NOT a joke at all. This is a true, real life story.

I strongly believe there is a presence of a young boy from the age of 6 to 8 in my house. I have seen spirits since I was younger around the age of 2 years. I have seen him walking through my room,kitchen and my parents room. I often deal with my TV turning itself off,my computer turning off,my lights going out often and I see shadows every where. Also I feel like I’m being watched from every part of my room and I hear him moving around all the time. He has defiantly touched me before. He has touched my arm and I actually …

December 28th, 2009 by Caretaker 

Haunted Home in Ohio Part 2

If you havent already read the first part of this story you can find it here – Haunted Home in Ohio

We been playing it all out in our minds about what to write about next and I think the footsteps in the snow would be a great place to start.

Not long after my great grandfathers death in the late 1980′s my grandparents decided it was time to start going out with their friends to have a little fun to take their minds off things for just a short while. I was left to be in charge of my younger sister we never liked being home alone but we didn’t have a choice in that matter.

I remember it as if it just happened yesterday it was still daylight outside and my sister and I were in the living room watching music videos with the sound turned up as high as it would go on the only cable television …

December 25th, 2009 by Caretaker 

Growing up Haunted in Sydney Part 4

Have you read the previous parts of this story? Growing up Haunted in Sydney Part 1

While we had many little anecdotes and stories growing up in a haunted house in Liverpool, Australia – we knew it was my grandfather and while it was a little odd we had become used to him being around.

There was only one time we truly felt terrorized and to the best of our knowledge what ever happened, was nothing to do with my grandfather.

The late 70′s were busy – I was now a teenager, my older married sisters had ‘ run home to mother ‘ fleeing bad marriages bringing grand children and pets with them. We suddenly had a full house….again.

The night it started I had a fight with my mother and stormed down the back yard to hide in the dark. I picked up dirt from my step-father’s garden beds and threw it at the fence in the typical rage …

December 16th, 2009 by Caretaker