The Old House Next To Mine

So I used to live next to an old (100 plus years) house. It was still in good condition and rented out sometimes. But it was empty a lot. A friend and I would play in it when it was empty. There was a lot of stuff still inside to look at, and it was something to do. So we were in there many times.

First: We were in the living room and looked out the window and gasped at the same time because there was a black dog looking in the window, which was about six feet off the ground.

Second: We were playing in the kitchen when we turned around to face the rest of the room and we both froze. I kept looking at a spot in the room because it seemed like there was something right in front of me that I just wasn't seeing. My friend bolted, and I followed.

Third: At this point the house had been empty for a few years. There was a grandfather clock in the attic right next to the stairs. It was silent, and the time had stopped long ago at 3:07. We looked around in the attic for a bit. Suddenly the clock started to bong. My friend was faster than me and was done the stairs before I could even turn around. As I made for the first step it felt like two hands just barely missed grabbing my shoulders. That was the last time we were in there for a long time.

Finally, this was the most shocking thing that happened to me, ghost wise, in my life. It happened in my own house. I was about 10. I was putting a nail file back in my dad's bedroom. I didn't turn on the light because the door to the room closed slowly and I figured I'd have time to skip it back in the holder before it closed and the room was pitch dark. So I climbed fast over the bed, but I missed the holder. It took a couple seconds to get it in the thing, and by the time I did the door had closed. But the room wasn't dark. It seemed like it was lit with candles. The tv also had a little green dot in the center of the screen like it did when it was just turned off. But nobody had been in there and the tv hadn't been on. I could even see a reflection of the room in the screen, from the light. I sat there for a couple seconds, then I was like "OK, going out now." But when I looked over the side of the bed I saw something I can not explain. There was a man crawling on his hands and knees. He had light brown curly hair, and was wearing a long sleeved red and black flannel shirt, old jeans, and work boots. He came around the foot of the bed, crawled along the side, and disappeared before he got to the back wall. I freaked out a second. I ran to the living room and my mom immediately asked what was wrong. I told her, and she freaked out a little too. A few days later she mentioned it to my grandma. That's when we got shock number two. The man I described sounded a great deal like her second husband. He was dead, had killed himself on the property, and had apparently not died right away. He'd appeared to have crawled several feet as he was bleeding out from a gunshot wound.

I was a kid when most of my experiences with ghosts happened. So you can believe or not. But I always have have, because I've seen

By Acissej Eam

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