Hanted House

From: Misty (MistiQT@aol.om)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Old House
Source: Form Submission

Well when I was 7 years old I moved into house in Owasso, Oklahoma. Alota things happened there in the 9 years we lived there so I'm gona tell them in order.

The first night i stayed there I slept walked into my parents room and I had never done that before. I didnt like my parents bathroom. I didnt know any history of he house but the bathroom always scared me.

The whole time I lived there I could here footsteps in the house at night and an ocasionly windy sound when it wasnt even windy outside.

One night when i was 13 i had my best friend allie over. We were just chillin it was pretty late about 1am. Well we were playing with this talkin bubah doll my lil sis got for christmas. Well we got bored and sat it in the corner and walked away. Well we heard something comin from over there so we looked and this doll was just talkin. We were far from it and hadnt been pushing the button and it was just talkin. it scared us Sh**Less and Allie started to cry. I got brave (i like scary thing) and went over there and picked it up..Then it started to laugh. This creepy evil laugh! I screamed and threw it. It wasnt programed to laugh like that.

Another time about a year later I was in my room home alone. I hated being home alone becuz that house always gave me chills and i wouldnt even go into the wing where my parents bathroom was. Well i heard a radio some on and i was like ok well thats weird..I walk into the kitchen and I see this old radio just playin music. So i turn it off. It stopped. But then I realized the radio wasnt even plugged in and had no bateries!

Well one night i was lying in my bed which is by the vent and i heard whispers in the vent. I freaked out and told my dad. Another night I looked out my window and saw a man walking down our lil dirt road. We lived on a private drive and no one was suposed to be there. well i looked back again and he was just one. theres no where to hide. He just disapeare.

My granmother is a devote catholic and so she blessed the house for us. Sometimes u could still hear the footsteps but no more talking dolls or radios. After we moved out my dad told me our landlords son had killed himsel in their bathroom. I guess he just didnt want to be forgoten.