The Ghost Next Door

When I was in the fifth grade a good friend of mine's father died due to a drug overdose. Another friend of mine whom lived next door to him told me that she started hearing and seeing things strange in her house. See, her mother dated our friend's dad, so there was good reason to believe that he would haunt her house. So one night I was lying on the floor trying to sleep, and I heard the door creak open. I didn't think much of it since I was still half asleep, so I just got up and closed the door.

About an hour later I woke up and the door was standing wide open again, and I once again got up and closed it. This went on throughout the night. I woke up about five o'clock the next morning and heard footsteps coming toward the door. I thought it was my friend's mom, so I wasn't really scared. Then I saw the door open, and there was no one there. A few seconds later the stereo came on full blast, and when I tried to turn it down it wouldn't budge. Needless to say, I haven't stepped foot in the house since.

This is a true story, and if you don't believe it then that's your problem.

LeeAnn