The first house I lived in had many unexplainable happenings therefore makes me believe in ghosts. One night I heard breathing. I was about eight or nine, and I went near the garage door and the breathing grew louder but when I passed it, grew fainter. So then I thought that maybe it was an intruder inside our garage, So I went and told my dad that I heard breathing in the garage. I grabbed a baseball bat, my dad grabbed a hockey stick, and we both nervously turned on the light to the garage, but no one was there.
Well I apologized to my dad but swore that I heard the noise, and told me, “better safe than sorry” and he went to sleep while I was awake in my bed, listening to the breathing. This time it was near the basement stairs. From then on, I believe in ghosts. But the reason I call him a poltergeist is because one night my friend Steve came over and I was telling him of my weird encounter with a ghost and we both heard the breathing in the kitchen. Since we both were in the basement we went up the stairs that lead to the breathing, and of course this was new to him so he was shaking. And so we stood in the kitchen for a while, listening to the breathing when Steve started to sneak away and go downstairs, when I said, “Wait, Steve”. He waited and I said, “Hey ghost, why don’t you come down and party with us?” and all the cups in the cupboard started shaking and clinking, and we both ran down stairs as fast as we could. And the whole night Steve was waking me up saying, “Did you hear that?” By then I was used to the breathing and it didn’t bother me.
My family and I owned a really cheap tea party table with four metal chairs, and every once in a while, when the chairs were stacked up on the table, the top chair would fall off. None of the others fell, only the top one. Another night Steve came over and we heard one of the chairs fall off and bang down the� basement stairs. We were in the living room and we both grabbed aluminum baseball bats and went down stairs. Steve and I stood there like statues and my little Mickey Mouse drum set was right next to my when I heard the faintest tink from one of the symbols, and right when I heard that…..BANG! I created a huge gaping hole in one of my drums, oops. Steve and I had gone to bed but even after that night I still heard breathing, and the top chair falling still continued.
Even at the house I live in now has some pretty weird things. About 2 o’clock in the morning I will hear the shampoo bottles crash down onto the shower floor. My daughters say that when they’re home alone they hear foot steps upstairs and the radio turn on and off out of random, and I believe them, half because of my childhood and half because they’re crying their eyes out when my wife and I come home.
Sent in by Carliss, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com