Okay, so, I don’t want people to be making fun of me or saying that ghosts don’t exist, because I don’t give five craps if you believe or if you don’t believe. I just want some kind of clarification.
So, ever since my rabbit started living in my grandmother’s house, he would always thump his feet in the night, and so I know that when rabbits thump their feet it’s a cause for alarm, and I’m pretty sure there was never anything to make him like that, so that was awkward. He couldn’t have seen anything that scared him because there were sheets covering his cage so nothing could bother him, so that’s out of the question. Don’t be immature, no, he didn’t suffocate. There was another time when I was watching tv and my dog was under the table. I looked over at her and I saw the chair move, and she just ran out from under there like someone had kicked her right in the butt. I was a bit surprised at this, to say the least. And there’s another time when I was younger, when I didn’t believe in ghosts and I was a lot braver then I am now lol, that I went to use the bathroom and I had my flashlight since I was afraid of cockroaches and I wanted to watch out for any. So after I used the bathroom, I started hearing foot steps. They sounded like my grandfather’s when he used his large sandals. So I looked around the entire house, making rounds dozens of times. I knew it wasn’t my grandfather because I heard it in the hall, and not in their bedroom. And there was yet another time… I had a closet that was right in the front of my bed. This closet hadn’t been open for YEARS. So when my grandma finally decides to open it, I find myself staring at this big black rectangle thing every single night. I’m scared and I don’t want to move because I feel like I’m being watched, but I don’t say anything. Until one night. I’m sleeping alone in my room with my dog, Brenda, and so I turn off the light and get in my bed. I heard papers falling, so I turned the light back on and see mail on the floor. I pick it up and put it back on the counter then put remote controls on it, thinking it was the fan, then lay back down after turning off the lights. I hear things falling again, so I turned on the light and see the papers and the remote controls on the floor. I put everything back on, pushing it to the farthest end of the desk, then I turn off the lights and lay back down. Both my dog and I jump when we hear a large bang, like someone punched the door. So, me, still being about 10, scream and get scared. I open the door and run out like my life depended on it do my grandmother’s room. I tell her that someone banged on the door and when we walk back to my room, the glass that was on the door’s window had fallen, but it wasn’t broken. When we opened the door, the picture frames, letters, and remote controls were on the floor. What happened? I don’t know. I need to know. I try and tell my grandmother that someone had died here, but she says that when she bought the house it was new. I don’t believe her, so yeah. I have reasons to think she’s wrong. I did use a ouija board once. I don’t know if I should have done it or not, but I did. I know that ouija boards could be misleading, but what I gathered from it was that there was a little girl by the name of Tedy in my house along with her mother and a man. I think. I’m not sure. Again, I think that I may have moved the pendant that I was holding over the board without knowing, but whatever happened, I told it to follow me. Yeah… Really stupid idea. When I moved to another house, one night, I wake up because I heard things bumping against each other. You know those balls that you get in the fair? The big rubber ones that are designed with money patterns or whatever? Yeah, well, I had two and they were rolling all over my room. I know that I could’ve been dreaming or seeing things, but I need to know what this means.
Another thing to note is that my mother’s friend ‘reads cards’. She said there was a spirit of an old man here in my new apartment, that died here, and she asked me if I ever felt anything. I said that I felt sometimes something pulling my hair, and at night, I was always afraid to move, and she said that he was trying to contact me.
But if that’s the case, and that old man had died in this apartment… Then what was the thing in my grandmother’s house? And my other house?