Footsteps and a Man in a Black Coat

From: Charmaine (cm8178@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Grandma's house
Source: Form Submission

Shortly before my grandma died, she requested my mom to pay her a visit and told my mom to take care of her house. So after she, we settled in her house. I was about 10 years when we moved in. I always heard a lot of strange stories from different people about the house but whenever id try to get my mom to talk to me about it, she would scold me and tell me that such stories are nonsense. But then I began to experience weird things myself. Its a two-storey house with three bedrooms upstairs. There's one bedroom near the living room downstairs where my grandparents used to occupy since they were too old to climb the stairs all the time.

Anyways, everytime id take a nap at noontime, i usually get awoken by footsteps approaching to my room. I would call out for my mom thinking that maybe it was her but as i get out of the room, noone was around. It happened to me all the time but i kept it inside coz if i mentioned it to my mom, i knew she would freak out. She never wanted us to believe in ghosts or any paranormal stories. She said the real thing that we should be scared of are bad human beings because there are so many bad people out there who kill and hurt innocent people. But some friends who used to accompany me or my sister experienced the same thing. Its a big house so we loved inviting friends to stay with us. They would sleep in our house and cook something afterward and just talk and have fun. So when they mentioned to me about the footsteps, I shrieked and said, "Oh my God, and i thought i was the only one." Then one of them also told me about the man she saw one night, who was all in black. I saw this man too. I was in the other room with a long glass window. But i couldnt sleep and when i gazed at the window glass, he was there. He was just staring at me. He was very tall, lean with a long black hair. We then tried to compare the man that i saw and the one she saw and alas, it was the same man. When my grandparents were still alive, they also complained about missing things. But usually when something was missing, they would just say in a calm voice, "Please give it back" and they would find that thing somewhere later on. I know what i have just shared are very common ghostly stories but they really happened. And i wish i could find an explaination about those footsteps and that man in black. Anyways, there are other freaky stories that went on in that house, but then again... its a really long story so later folks!!! :)