Well I guess there’s no easy way of saying this, my house is haunted. No one else will believe me so I hope you will.
It all started when I was left home alone, on one cold November night. I was washing up some dishes before my parents got home when all of a sudden the dish that I was holding flew half way across the room into a wall. How could that happen? I began picking it up when a cold shiver shot down my back. I thought nothing of it, so I went back to work, on picking up the broken dish. I had gotten all picked up, and had finished the dishes, I shut off the light, and that’s when I heard it. “Katie”, that’s my name, but yet I was the only one in the house how could that possibly be?
Was I going insane? No that was for real. By now I was getting pretty freaked out, I began shouting leave me alone, when all of a sudden I heard “SHHHHHHHHHHHH” From across the room, I stopped dead in my tracks, not wanting to know who, or what just shhed me. I nearly jumped two feet in the air when there was a knock at the door. I slowly, but quietly, walked up to my door, I looked through the curtains, but no one was there.
I was slowly turning around when I heard the strange eerie knock once again, I looked through the curtains, and surely enough there was a tall man standing outside. I opened the door to find a tall man with a black trench coat, a black hat, and black work boots. I thought that maybe he wanted to talk to my dad, or he was looking for him. So I asked the man. He slowly turned his head towards me. He lifted his hat so I could see his eyes, that’s when I started to panic. His eyes were burning in my soul, they were big black orbs of death. Then the man started to laugh, and laugh hysterically, what was his problem? Then he turned to me once again, and smiled then disappeared into thin air.
Ever since that night, I’ve had terrible, unmentionable, dreams. Who was that guy? And why was he laughing as hard as he could towards me? Please if you’ve read this try and help me, I’m seriously freaked out. I don’t know if he’ll return. Will I be left alone again, or…. who knows, but please I need your help.
Sent in by Katie Chyma, Copyright 2012