First time I can remember ever believing in ghosts, feeling one, was in a old white 2 story house in a small old rinky dink town. I was 5 and something would always play with me but no one would be there, I've always felt it with me. Not an imaginary friend, something non-psychological.
My friends never came over because they said they didn't trust my house. Very weird. I got to the age 14 with the same feeling around and lived in apartments. Me and my best friend went home to do something when everyone was down the street. We swear we heard someone,something in my room and nobody was there, no pets, radio, TV, nothing! the rush came so hard that we had to leave ASAP, we couldn't catch a breathe, it was so scary.
Now I live in a house that I swear is haunted. Me and my 2 best guy friends were outside and looked at my window and no lie, we all 3 saw a little boy then later a little girl staring at us from the window, nobody was home, no pets, nothing.
Erin
Sunday, May 16, 2010
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