The night I started to believe in
AND he was about 13 when it happened. My parents were at a concert with friends and I was at home watching my little brother. The first part of the night was fine, but around ten o'clock I heard a high-pitched scream. I thought it was my little brother who had a bad dream, so I went to check on him. When I entered his room, he didn't look like he was having a bad dream. I stayed there for a while to see if he would start screaming again.
He didn't do it, someone else did it or something else. I was still in the room when another scream came from the stairs. I got scared. I called my parents crying and told them to come home. They just told me it was all in my head and to go get some sleep. I didn't feel unthreatening with my little brother alone in his room, so I took him to sleep with me. About ten minutes after I went to bed, the door slammed. None of the windows were open, so it wasn't wind. I decided to look for what was causing all this noise. I took my guitar with me to strum… As if that would aid anyone. I couldn't see anything upstairs or downstairs, but when I went down to the basement, an unknown figure appeared in the corner. I didn't think he saw me, but he was crying a lot. I think it was a child, about four years venerable. I was terrified by what I saw. It didn't look unsafe. It was quite limpid, but not completely. I went to my room, closed the door and waited for my parents to come home. I fell asleep before I could tell them everything.
The next morning I did some research on the house. We lived in and it was written that there was a Jewish family living during the Holocaust. They were all taken to the Auschwitz concentration camp, all but the youngest one have no idea what happened to that one child and I think I saw the one child who was left and that he went back to look for his family and they weren't there.
After my experience, I will always believe in ghosts.
The face behind the curtains
Tthis happened last night 24/03/07. It was around 1:30 a.m. My cousin and I couldn't sleep because of the noises and things we saw. My uncle and aunt were sleeping. Only we were awake and alone in the living room. My older cousin worked. My younger cousin and I were telling stories. At that moment I heard whistling in the bathroom. My cousin then told me she wanted to go to the bathroom, and when I told her what I heard, she didn't want to go. Then my older cousin came and started eating in the living room where we were. My uncle came out of his room and told us about his dream. I didn't pay much attention to it because I was distracted by something I saw behind the curtain. I looked closely and saw the face of an senior woman. Then the face disappeared, but I could still see the lump behind the curtain. I went to check with fear. I opened it, but I couldn't see anything. I didn't tell anyone until the next day so as not to scare them. I still haven't found out what really lies behind the mysterious curtains.
The ghost that followed me
AND I was leaving the room when I stopped and saw a dim figure wearing a hooded cloak. Then he came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder, but the strangest thing was that I didn't feel anything! Then he just vanished into slim air. The next day I went downstairs again and felt chills down my spine, stopped walking, and heard moaning coming from the cupboard under the stairs. I went down the stairs and went to check for any moaning, I opened the cupboard door and once again I saw the dim figure leaning over with the knife! I told my mom there was a ghost, she said it didn't matter because we were moving tomorrow! So I shouted: Yippee!
We moved to a nice house. Then I went and chose my room and put all my stuff in it. I saw the same ghost on a chair outside my room, I swallowed, ran past that horrible thing and screamed GHOST! So I told my mom and she said there is no such thing as ghosts! I said I'd show you, so we went upstairs and he was gone, she said, stop lying! From that moment on, I was afraid to go upstairs.
I moved to a room on the ground floor and never saw the ghost again.