The House Next Door

Name:            Danielle Story
Email:           girl15supasta@aol.com
Location:        My Old House
Anonymous:       
Type:            Ghost
Date:            Tuesday, November 23, 1999
Time:            09:56 PM

It all started when I was younger...about 7 I guess. I lived with my parents, older sister and older brother. My sister and I naturally shared a bedroom with bunk beds. I slept on the bottom in fear of falling off the top from having bad dreams as I had done before. I woke up almost every night with murderous dreams...and as a 7 year old, the scariest thing I watched was The Grinch That Stole Christmas. I had never lived through anything more vivid than those dreams.

Shortly after the dreams began to become regular to me, my brother whom I cherished so much moved in with his real father. My sister left me with that same room. I used to wake up every Tuesday night and stare out the window facing the House Next Door. There were always red eyes to meet me at the window.

After a while I didn't mind it, so I began to explore the house. The man that had lived there before had a a heart attack and died in the house. Strange things happened, and soon the doors and doorbell were always shutting and ringing. Whenever I didn't go over there for a while all the the raucous stopped.

One night, a few of my friends were going to spend the night. It was my friend who was my age, named Jessica, and her older sis named Amber. We were sitting in my room that had another window which faced the highway talking and listening to music while our mothers chatted in the living room. All of a sudden something grasped my attention towards the road. I looked, and right by our electricity pole I saw a figure. It was already very dark outside, so I could barely make out the figure. It appeared to be walking right to my window, and my friends and I just stood, appalled. The eyes of the figure turned a bright fiery red, which became easy to see in the darkness. Suddenly, it lifted off the ground, and no feet were to be found. The figure was wearing a black hat and some black clothing of some sort. It began to float quicker, and quicker. I snapped out of the mesmerizing stare and darted to my door in fright. I pulled on my doorknob and it did no

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