A Small Child Was Living in My House

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Story type: Ghost
Location: missori
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Growing up my mother would tell me ghost stories of my Grandmother's Farm. I never really believed them untill i stayed in the house myself.

I wasn't really expecting anything to happen untill my Grandmother and mother started fighting in the kitchen. With my own eyes i saw the can opener on the table fly into the air aimed for my mother. She saw it in time and moved out of the way. it hit the wall and fell to the floor. Nobody moved. I was really scared. After we had settled down my grandmother told us the ghost was very protective of her. I asked her what he ghost was, she said she didn't know. all she knew was that it was a small child. she knew this because the ghost came to her room one night and just looked at her. she awoke and screamed. the ghost told her not to be afraid and that he would protect her.

Back to the real story.

Later that night i couldn't sleep. Not because i was thinking about the ghost, but because my suitcase lid was opening and closing rapidly. i thought i could go to sleep, but i just started screaming and crying. I slept in my mom's room that night, and nothing happened.

The time that i stayed there little things started to go missing from the house. But mostly, my mother's pack of cards. My mother could not keep any pack of cards in that house.

Weeks later something was wrong with the electric wires or the pipes i don't really remember. But when the workers came they took down part of the ceiling. when they brought down the chunk of ceiling all the missing things were on it, most prominently, all the packs of cards my mother bought.

we were al shocked. there was no possible way any of those things could have gotten up there. no openings, no nothing.

i never went back to that house. My grandmother still lives there. nothing unusual happens except every night my grandmother hears a child's laughter echoing throughout the house.