Submitted by Marie
My family and I lived in a very nice house for years before the haunting started. The strangest thing was that everything happened to me more then my brothers. My parents didn\'t experienced anything. When I was maybe 7 was when I notice something was in our house and was angry or likes to annoy us.
We use to live on the first floor that was upstairs and my grandma lived on the second floor. My brothers, friends and me had a favorite place and it was the Attic. We spent all our time up there. It had a radio, a drum set and a pool table. It was fun for us but that fun ended when we were scared to go in the attic. One night I was in the attic by myself and I was only seven. I had the radio on but in this craw space I kept hearing someone walking. After the third time i turned the radio off and went over to the craw space to check it out. There was no light but I could see fine without one since the light was on in the attic. What I saw scared me into not going in the attic anymore. I saw a shadow walking by the only light that was shinning in my direction. I looked around me and behind me and didn\'t see anyone else so their was no explanation for it.
Of course I ran down the steps and tried telling my mom about what I saw but she didn\'t believe me. The haunted got worst after that. During nights I would hear the ghost walking across the attic floor where my bedroom was. I was terrified that it would get into my bedroom and do something to harm me. I never watched ghost shows when I was younger so I knew it wasn\'t my imagination. I was really scared to sleep in my own bedroom so I started to sleep on the couch but the bad part was it was next to the attic door. That was when I would hear banging on the door and yes, I did start crying because I wasn\'t able to sleep and always thought it was watching my every move.
At the time I thought I was the only one that it was trying to scare but two months after it started my older brother who just came to live with us told me that when he was in the attic with one of his friends they saw a face of a old guy next to them and it was staring at them but to my brother the eyes were black and it scare him and his friend. One night when my brother and my other brother were in their room my brother, Geoff, was attacked in his sleep. He told me about a week later after it happened. We never told anyone else because my parents didn\'t believe us and we thought no one else would believe us.
When I was ten my grandma passed away and I was really upset by it. Her place downstairs was the only place it didn\'t bother me or my brothers and now we couldn\'t go down there anymore. I didn\'t know if it was the ghost that was making me angry or depressed but that\'s all I felt for five months. I would yell at my parents and one night I actually ran away from my house which wasn\'t normal for me. I was a totally different kid and my parents thought I was trying to get attention but my brothers knew it wasn\'t that. It was the ghost, whoever it was.
One day my mom wanted me to get something from the attic for her. I was scared to go up there and while I was walking up there I keep feeling like I was being watched. Before I went back downstairs I noticed a knife in the wall. It was a old knife from like the 1920\'s and I grabbed it out of the wall and bought it downstairs with me. I asked my mom about it and she asked my brothers and their friends but no one recognize the knife. I knew that ghost put it in the wall and I was thanking god that my brothers, my parents or me was upstairs when he did that. To this day we still have it but it\'s in a box where no one can touch it.
I was 14 or 15 when we finally moved out of the house. Not because of how bad it was for us but because the bank was taking our house. One good thing that didn\'t scared me for once was when we were cleaning out my grandma\'s apartment. I was in her bedroom where I spent most of my time. I started to speak to her and that\'s when her spirit appeared to me. I remember her telling me that she loves me and misses me but not to be sad because she will always be in my heart and I actually felt her hug me and then she left.
Now that I live in a new house that doesn\'t have any problems, I still get scare when I see our old house. I\'m thankful it didn\'t follow us since it seem to love to torture me during the nights. My grandparents follow us to our new house and I don\'t mind them being here with us. They might be ghost but they are good ones and won\'t leave me.
Well that\'s my story and I\'m glad I was able to leave that place. The only bad thing is the haunting has never left me. I still see what happen to me in my dreams and sometimes I use sleep over it but all I know is everything is better now.
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