Well, I don't know if I ever told ya'll, but I used to live in an older house then the one i am in now. It was built in the 1960's and was not really referbished. I always suspected this, but I found out that this house was haunted. Apparently, while the previous owners were moving into the house, the father and young child went back to get some things from the old house. They got into a car accident and died. The mother lived a depressed life and eventually moved out of the house because "it just reminded her to much of the past." She later died.

As a young child, I always remeber putting my stuffed animals in one place before bed, and coming to find they had been moved in the morning. I always loved playing this game with whatever it was that moved my stuffed animals. In my cloudiest memories, I can still see some previous accorances like this before. My cloudiest memory is from the age of 3, and I can remeber talking to SOMETHING, (I was a talkitive child) that wasn't my mother or father. I cannot put a face to this thing, but I know I talked with it.
Later memories,I still can remeber odd things happening. As I aged, these things started to happen less and less. Thought at 7, it picked back up. The stuffed animal thing would still happen now and again, but for the first time I can clearly remeber somebody watching me in my sleep. I can also remeber a presence at the end of my bed and next to me some times in the night. At 8, the oddest things began to happen. I'd say this was the most active year. I can recall talking with my friend Madision, when all of a sudden my closet door flew open, with no one near it. We both screamed. I quickly ran to my mom and told her, but as she always said about these things, she said it was just my imagination. I said it wasn't, and she said something probably fell on it. I looked inside the closet infront of the door.

Nothing was there.

Another time, I was still 8, I decided to wear my favorite pink jelly necklace with a pink jewel on it to bed. I slept soundly,until I felt something colder then ice touch my skin through the jewel on my chest.I woke up and instantly screamed. There was nothing infront of me.
Nothing had touched me.

I told my parents this, and they still called me crazy. I slept with them anyway.
At 10, I moved out of this house and into the one I am currently in. My friend Rebecca moved into this house. It wasn't until a month ago that i heard of the things that had been happening to her, from her best friend at a football game.
Her friend Haley had spent the night a couple of times. She said they enjoyed the window box and my room,(which is now rebecca's), and the house altogeather.
EXCEPT.
Rebbaca had odd things happen to her from the instant she moved into my old house. From a presence at her bed, to things touching her, footsteps in the hall, and objects moving, alot more had happened to her then had ever happened to me. Haley told me how something had happened to them every time she spent the night. It was the last thing that she told me thta freaked me out the most.
Rebecca had gone into the kitchen for a midnight snack. She was getting some water when a ghostly white boy suddenly apeared in the doorway. Rebecca dropped her glass and screamed.
The boy vanished.

So there you have it. I live din a haunted house.
Though nobody belives me.