When I was younger I had a creepy experience. I was in my room, sitting on my bed and watching TV, everyone was outside for some party, no one was in the house but me and my dog. My dog was laying by the door. He started scratching at it because he wanted go out of my room. But I was being too lazy and thought I would just let him out in a few minutes. So I kept watching TV, and then out of nowhere my door, which was closed (and I think I locked it too), FLEW open. My dog ran out. It wasn’t like it just slowly opened, it was like someone yanked and threw the door all the way open and it bounced back from it. I saw no one in the house. They were all still outside. I was so scared so I just quickly ran over, closed my door again, ran back to my bed, pulled the covers over me and tried to forget about it.
One bright day in the middle of the night, Two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other. A deaf policeman heard the noise and ran to save the two dead boys. If you don’t believe this lie is true, ask the blind man, he saw it, too.
When I was about 15 I moved from the house I grew up in and into a bigger house in another state. I had some pretty freaky experiences in my new house. When I first walked into the house it gave me these weird chills. And I almost felt sick. When I stepped out of the house to go help unpack that feeling went away instantly. I had a really bad feeling. But I brushed it off. The first couple of nights at the new house were OK. But after a few weeks I started getting those same chills I got when I first walked into the house at night when I was trying to go to sleep. I would get really scared so I didn’t open my eyes and just pulled the blanket over my head. One night, I got a stronger chill than before. I did what I had been doing and pulled the covers over my head and refused to open my eyes, afraid for some reason that I might see something. I then got really, really cold all of a sudden, even under my covers. After that I felt a strong tug and my blanket flew off of me. Like someone just grabbed my blanket from the end and yanked it off of me and it fell to the floor. I was so shocked I opened my eyes wide. And there right next to my bed was a very dark shadow shaped like a person; a tall person, just looking down at me. I was so scared I couldn’t move. Right then the shadow lunged straight at me like it was reaching to choke me and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. I was kicking and trying to scream. It really felt like there was pressure on my throat like someone was pushing down on it. My mom heard me and ran into the room. I passed out from being so scared I guess. My mom told me I was shaking visibly and coughing like crazy. But I don’t remember that part. I told my mom what happened. I don’t know if she actually believed me or just said that, but from then on I slept in her room. Another day, in the middle of the day, I was in the kitchen with my mom. I was sitting at the table and she was making lunch. Suddenly I hear a few loud thuds and my mom gasps loudly and jumps back startled. I ask what was wrong as I walked over to her and I see, across the kitchen, all of the cans of soup that were in the cabinet were now on the ground. I thought she had just accidentally knocked them over. But she looked at me and told me she wasn’t even near that cabinet. She hadn’t even opened it. But it was open and the soup cans that were in the back of the cabinet somehow flew out of the cabinet. We sort of tried not to think about it after that. But things kept happening. One time I was walking up the stairs and I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder and yank me backwards like someone was trying to make me fall. I looked back and of course no one was there. Things were starting to happen to y mom too. One day she told me that she saw a shadow standing over her bed. The same thing I saw. So we decided to look up the history of the house. We found out that a guy named Tom O’riely used to live there a long time ago. Apparently he had problems and he hung himself in the house. I never really believed in ghosts and all that. But after experiencing the things that happen in that house, I am defiantly a believer.