It all started after the family Halloween party two years ago when my grandparents, mother and step-father decided to tell my younger sister and I about the ghost in their house, and how when we were too young to understand we used to complain that when we spent the night over our grandparents house about the dog jumping on our bed at night, in fact our grandparents dog had been dead for about a year.
Soon after being told about these experiences, my mother took up wallpapering and decided to re-paper my grandmothers bedroom. My mum recounted the incident as this: Your grandmother was standing behind me when all of the sudden she began to laugh, when my mum curiously asked her what it was exactly she was laughing at my grandmother simply replied, "You just glued my ghost to the wall."
After the redecorating of my grandparents house my grandmother told my parents that there had been a large increase in disturbances. The television would cut on and off, the fan would go from high speed to off in a matter of seconds, doors would open and close, and my parents began to complain about feeling something crawling on their bed at night.
Then one night my parents came to me pale as a ghost, claiming that something had sat behind their two recliners and viciously growled to the point where it caused my step-father to carry a gun in our den if he was watching TV alone.
Being the realist I was, I looked for excuses and logical explanations, until one night when I was alone in my room and for some reason I woke up to a slight tapping at my door.
I must have said "come in" at least twenty times, and when no one answered I fell back asleep assuming whatever that person wanted it was no longer needing my assistance. I would guess ten minutes later I was woken up again and the tapping was back. I figured someone was trying to play a trick on me, so I crept close to the door and when I heard the tapping I swung it open! No one was there, I walked out of my room expecting to catch some one down the hall, but there wasn't anyone awake but me.
I decided to use the bathroom before returning to my disturbed slumber. I began to feel uneasy, then a nervousness I have never experienced swept over me as the bathroom lights flickered. Quickly I turned out the light and swung open the bathroom door and began slowly (for some reason) down the hallway towards my room.
I felt like I was being followed and curiosity caught me as I turned around to confirm my suspicion, not even an inch from my face stood a figure, it was not white or glowing, rather it was black and cold, so cold I could feel my skin turn to goose bumps, I turned and ran fast as I could into my sisters room and leaped on top of her, I remember the two of us clutching to each other after I had explained what happened. I guess that was the ghosts way of showing it was there and it was not imagination.
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