Haunted House
When I was a tiny little baby of about 2 years old, my family and I lived in the most scariest homes I have ever been to. The neighborhood was built over a landfill. Doesn't seem so scary huh, but you wouldn't believe what would go on in our house at night! There would be scratches in between the walls, but the walls were insulated with insulation. Also, there were sounds of birds flapping their wings inside the vents, but there was no room for a bird to fit, much less flap it's wings. Our light bulbs would burn out constantly. We never told anybody, but that soon became a problem. My grandmother saw a man go into our bedroom while she was washing dishes. She rushed into our room and found us asleep, undisturbed. She went throughout the house looking for the man, but never found anyone.
Another incident, was when my grandaunt was sleeping over, she said that
that night, she heard my mother repeatedly getting up at night and walking through the
house. My mother never got up, but never told my aunt anything. Throughout the 5 years
living there, the VCR would turn off, rew., FF., the TV would turn on and off, and I once
saw a man with a gray jump suit, red cap, and a blurry face. We finally moved out and just
abandoned the house. Our neighbors said that no one lasts more than a year in that house.
He also says that when we moved out there were hoove prints with only two at a time all
around the house. Now that I think about it, I get shivers down my back.
~ Anonymous
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