AND I lived on the second floor with both my parents. When we moved in, a neighbor told us that we shouldn't move in, that the apartment was being used for constant Ouija board parties. My dad didn't pay attention to his neighbor at the time. I was about twelve years ancient.
It started three nights after we moved in. We had a plastic runner in the hallway that protected the carpet. We were all just going to sleep when we heard something running down the hall on the treadmill. Dad got up and turned on the lithe. It stopped. Dad thought someone had broken in, he checked the apartment, there was nothing there, just us. He turned off the lithe again. I went to sleep in mom and dad's room. Ten minutes later, something was running madly down the hall again. My dad jumped up and ran into the corridor. The sounds of work stopped. My dad was now standing in the bedroom doorway, cursing and shouting at him to go away, which made us furious as we heard the kitchen cabinets opening and slamming and our chunky mahogany chairs sliding across the kitchen floor. My mother, in shock, started screaming. My dad turned on the lithe, the cabinets stopped slamming, and the chairs stopped moving as my dad went into the kitchen. All the cabinets were open and the chairs were in the middle of the kitchen.
We had years to do this. My dad was the first to see ghosts and I was the second. There were two. My mother only heard them and never saw them, which was good, because if she did, she would have a heart attack. The one that haunted me the most was wearing a black hooded robe and had no face. He had gigantic hands like shovels and wore a gigantic ruby ring. He was 7 feet statuesque and his shoulders were wider than the door. He looked like a grim reaper. The second ghost wore a white robe and was the same size as the other, with a white ruffle around his neck. We heard voices arguing, one telling the other, “You had a good time, it's time to go.” My mother was a nervous wreck and went to see the pastor. They sent people to see if we were crazy, if it was true. A day later they agreed to exorcism.
I am now 30 years ancient and live in my own house. One week my son came screaming down the stairs and said he saw a man in his room. When he described it, I knew who it was. My son is 10 years ancient and now he is afraid to go upstairs on his own. I swear it punishes me, it's made my life hell over the years but I've gotten used to it. I thought exorcism got rid of it, but now my son has seen it and I know he hasn't heard me talk about it because it doesn't. This is my secret.
