INWhile I was trying to find my older brother, I looked around the outside of the house and saw a locked door. I entered the house and walked through the bathroom door. I left it open, it creaked, I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw two large eyes, so I turned around, said my brother's name and said “Gotchya!” The door slammed but there were no windows open, so I opened the door and there was nothing there!
And this is my story. I was afraid of ghosts for the rest of my life. I talked to my friends and they believe me, but my parents didn't, my mother said, “It was a dream.” I haven't told my father yet. The strange thing is that when we came here, they had to build this house, which was never built before my mother gave birth to my older brother. There are more strange things happening in this house, more paranormal phenomena, so I will try to post them later, but for now, have fun reading my ghost story.
I have been interested in ghosts ever since I saw those large white eyes, and I found out what and why these unexplained eyes appeared in my house.
