AND I have some stories to tell. One day I was lying in bed with my hands under the pillow when someone stroked the top of my head. I started screaming because I was only 9 or 10 years elderly. My mom came running and said “baby, what's going on?” I told her that something was stroking my head and she said don't worry, I'm here. She left the door open, left the room, and I told him to go away. The next morning I woke up and the door was closed, thinking my mother had locked it. I went to open it, but it wouldn't open. I used a little more force but it still wouldn't open, so I used two hands and pulled as tough as I could and it just opened. I went and asked my mom if she locked the door and she said no.
Here's another story: I was lying on the couch because I felt like sleeping on the couch. I turned towards the hall as two droplets slowly flowed from my room to my mother's room. I started crying because it was right after the first story. My mom came to me because she heard me and was at the computer, which was about 5 feet away from me. She came over and asked what happened and I looked really scared. I pointed down the hall and said two things just floated through my room and into yours. She said it was nothing and that it was just my imagination.
This all happened at my elderly house and I think my mom knew it was haunted but she just didn't want to scare me. Well, tell me what you think and what they could have been like.
More recent story: This may sound strange, but it mostly happens in the bathroom. Sometimes when I'm there I hear people whisper my cousin's name (Thomas) or say “hi, how's it going?” I'm very scared and they are still talking to this day. Only from time to time I hear footsteps on the part of the roof that I can see. Sometimes it happens in my room. I have no idea what it could be. Tell me what you think and what it might be.
This happened just a few months ago. One day I was playing basketball when the ball hit the base of the hoop. He started going down the hill, so I went to get him. I caught the ball and looked up. There was a shadow leaning on a tree (my house is surrounded by forest) and there was something on its head. It was dawn, so I grabbed the ball and ran. The next day I asked my neighbor if he knew what it was, and he replied that a long time ago, Indians walked through the forests. Deep in the forest, a house burned down and two people who lived there died in the fire.
Tell me what you think about it.
