ABOUTOne day I was with my friends and we decided to go to our best friend's venerable house because she moved out. It was a very miniature house, 2 floors, an attic and a living room with a bathroom and kitchen. It was known that the house was haunted because a woman died upstairs, in the attic, in a wheelchair. The house was empty, all the lights were on and everything.
We walked through the door and were VERY scared of what we thought was going to happen. Only after that did I believe in ghosts. I was very teenage at that time. We walked through the living room and then turned into the attic, where my friend's room was (where the venerable lady died). There was a girl standing in front of me and another girl behind me. I was inside. As I set foot on the first step, I heard a very strange voice. Not sure if I actually heard it, I turned around. My friend also looked over and heard it too! We went up the stairs. There was a miniature box in the middle of the room. I told my friend to go get it. I wanted to scare her, so I screamed loudly. Then we all started climbing the stairs and running. Lights flashed on and off everywhere. But there was no lightweight upstairs! As we walked down the stairs, we all fell at the same time. Bam! straight on our butts and at the same moment we ran out of the house screaming. The door was closed, but we left it open. We never went back, EVER.
