There is the house in my hometown where I lived. And where one of my best friends lived. We both saw most of the same things at the same time, but we saw some things at different times. When I lived there, I saw certain things, and when he lived there, he saw certain things.
The first thing I saw happened one morning when I was getting ready for school. I went downstairs with a sheet because it was always icy. I felt something behind me so I turned around and saw it was a dog, only I could see through it and it had no head. The second thing that happened to me was that one evening I went down to the basement, because that's where our pool table was at the time. I turned on the basement delicate and as I was going downstairs, I felt something grab my leg from behind the stairs. I got scared and ran down the stairs, and the delicate went out. I went out the side door and we set up the pool table upstairs. Oh yes, in my parents' room there was a miniature box-like box made of wood. It looked like some sort of storage compartment, but I could never open it.
Now let's get to what my friend saw. When my family moved out, about 5 or 6 years later my best friend moved in. I had completely forgotten about what happened to me at home until he started telling me about what had happened to him. He said that some nights he hears and sees a red ball bouncing up and down the stairs. He also saw a little girl. He said the little girl would show up in his room and cry, he assumed, because her doll's head had fallen off. But then he said a man with an ax would come and grab the girl and drag her out of the room. Then he throws her down the stairs. He said that one night he plucked up the courage to follow them. And they went to the basement. There the ghosts disappeared. He said he saw the basement transform before his eyes. The floor was covered with bones and he saw a delicate shining in the corner. There was a miniature tunnel in the basement that surrounded half of the house. He crawled down the tunnel and saw an ax leaning against the wall. He went to catch it and it was gone.
The next thing that happened to us was that we spent the night there. It was summer, so I was basically always there. We watched ECW tapes, which for those who don't know what it is, was a wrestling show. Suddenly it was really obscure outside, like four in the afternoon. And it started with a flash of lightning. My friend said the same thing happened last time before the ghost showed up. He said the lightning flashed 13 times and then appeared. I laughed, thinking, “yeah, right.” A second flash of lightning explodes. I looked out the window and saw the trailer across the street and it looked like someone was staring at me. But that couldn't be the case because the trailers were abandoned.
Then I woke up with a moist towel on my head. And toilet paper on my nose. My friend said I started shaking, my nose started bleeding and I passed out. I sit down and ask how many lightning strikes we've done so far. He said 10 and asked what I saw. I tried to explain to him that it resembled a male figure, but with red, glowing eyes. Bam! Another lightning strike, followed by another. There's one left and we'll see if my friend's story is true. And then came the final blow. To my surprise there was no thunder. Then the TV turned off. And a icy chill filled the room. I looked around as my eyes tried to adjust and saw a figure or a little girl. I quickly closed my eyes and covered my head, then I felt something tugging at the covers. I said, “Stop it, Rick, I believe you.” He didn't say anything, I took them off and the girl was right in front of my face. I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
We did some research among the residents and they said the house was haunted. And we were like, “No shit.” But one lady who lived there added that one night she locked herself up and went upstairs to go to bed. She was almost falling asleep when she heard the front door open, unlock and lock again. Now this house only has one door that can be locked from the outside, unless the fresh people who live there have recently changed it, but before they moved in, the only door that could be locked from the outside is the door on the side of the house. She ran downstairs and found no one home, so she went back to bed. Then she heard someone stirring her dishes again. She ran downstairs and saw the dishes lying on the floor and her knives and forks floating in the air. They stopped and flew towards her. She was behind the door. She left that night and moved out the next day.
Something really bad and crazy happened in this house. But every time I try to look it up, nothing appears on the Internet or in any of our local newspapers from the past. I think someone covered it up to sell the house.
