AND I was staying at a friend's house and we kept hearing strange noises and footsteps. I went outside the bedroom door to see if anyone was there, but there was only darkness. I came back and tried to get some sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, the sounds started again. So I went to the door again and heard the sound of someone running down the hall. I lost my breath, ran back to bed and woke my friend up. The noises kept coming back and my friend and I were scared to death.
She told me that a man committed suicide in this house. At 3:00 I finally got home. I was very afraid and couldn't do anything. I never expected something like this to happen. I never believed in this whole ghost thing, but now I'm a believer. Some believe me and some don't. This is something I usually prefer to keep to myself. Now I watch Ghost Hunters every night before I go to bed and I can't fall asleep. Nothing has happened since then, but I think about it all the time. It was something I will never forget.
