Location: United Kingdom
The thing that happened when I was about eleven, and I am thirteen
now. I still remember it clearly, how scary it had been. I have a vague
idea of what type of spirit or ghost it was, but if anyone has a
definite name for it, please let me know.
It was August, and it was about 11 o'clock at night. It was snowing,
which was very weird. I know it was August because it was just before I
started Secondary School. I was about to get ready for bed, but decided
to have a look at the snow on the ground, thinking the higher, the
better!
When I heard footsteps behind me, I thought it was my brother because
the footsteps were light. I turned around to say, "Go back to bed now."
However, there was nothing there and I suddenly felt really cold.
Seconds later, all my stuff from the shelves flew off, my books on my
desk flew off. When I say flew, I mean that the books went half way
across my bedroom before landing. I got so freaked out and got my dad. I
was in a shock at that moment. My dad came up, and we both saw that my
poster was floating up. I started crying and ran downstairs.
We lived in that cottage for another year, and not once did I go back
upstairs. I slept in the living room. Since then, I've always believed
in ghosts and spirits. I'm not the kind of person to touch an Ouija
board, or anything like that.
Thanks! Elly
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