ANDA month ago I was alone at home. My brother and dad bought a guitar and my mother was at work. I worked on an essay when I heard someone call my name. I was afraid, looked outside the door and walked around the house with a knife. Each stream of wooden floors made me shouted and turned around. When I didn't find anyone in my house, I returned to the room with a knife, called my friend and closed the door. I told her how I was afraid. We talked until I silence and my music stopped. I did not turn off my music and the song was in the process of playing. I looked at the computer and my friend was still talking to me, asking if everything was all right. A few seconds later, the music started playing again, but another song. I don't know how my iTunes even reached the song because I didn't have this song. I was very scared now. I asked my friend if he could come, and 5 minutes later the door spread. I opened the door not to see anyone. I closed the door and sat in the corner of the room near the door, with the lights turned on, except at the top.
When the door called again, I ran to get it, my friend was. I hugged her and told her to aid me look. We looked everywhere and we didn't find anyone. We decided to watch TV to peaceful me down. But when we turned it on, my turtle jumped into the water and screamed. At the same time, I heard someone call my name. The calling person to my name sounded like my neighbor who died. And we received her favorite jewelry box. I heard the calling from the top and remembered that my mother also had a box at the top. My friend heard everything. We called my brother's friend who is now 15 years ancient. He came up and we were looking everywhere, except upstairs. I was too afraid to go up. We all sat in a living room that has a sight of stairs. We talked about school when we all heard her. “Hannah? Hannah! Where are you!” I knew it was she, because it sounded like her and that she would call me so if she couldn't see me. I felt the presence in the room and screamed. We all sat together on the couch and felt that something was touching my foot. I screamed again and we all sat there, focusing and watching everything. My parents usually call before they returned home, and when we focused, we heard the garage door open slowly. To our surprise, nobody was there. We received the door, recreated the music and turned on TV. Everything that played the music or laid lightweight was turned on.
An hour later, my dad and brother returned home with a up-to-date guitar and an amplifier. Fortunately for me, when they come home, tormenting stopped. Until that night. That night I talked to my friends on AIM with closed doors. My parents and brother watched TV in the living room that is in front of the house. And I knew that nobody would go near my room, which was at the back of the house. I heard someone walked around a compact staircase housing to my hall, and saw that the feet were going, well, the shadow of their feet is coming in the corridor. The feet stopped right next to my door, and I opened the door. Nobody was there, just a pair of shoes on the other side of the corridor, which was not before. I stopped the rest of the night with my parents. And from now on I haven't seen or heard anything in my home. Although I have other places. I will not include them in this part, but I will publish them later.
-Hannah esporma-
