When I first moved here and people would find out where i lived because of the people i was hanging out with, a bunch of rumors where going around about my house and what happened their. I would constantly be asked what happened and who died and if it was all true. I would always lie and tell everybody none of its true. Like i said, lie. What all happened at this house when the old owners lived in it is crazy, everything from a simple kitchen fire to murders and suicides and drugs being grown and created in the unattached garage. Sadly that's the house i live in. Do you personally believe in the paranormal? I do. This house made me believe. I have no choice but to have the constant burden of believing in it. Whenever I say I don't something always happens the night of or after. Something like this:

The shadows: when I was around the age of 7 I would always see somebody in my closet, one night I got completely and utterly mad because my mother and I were fighting all night. I couldn't sleep, I turned off my light and closed my eyes. After a while I still couldn't sleep. I rolled over on my bed, facing the direction of my closet and saw a light flickering in the darkness of my closet. I smelled smoke. I was so scared, I couldn't move. Give or take an hour later I got the courage to turn on my light. To my surprise, nothing, no light, no smoke, no flame. Nothing. I turned my light back off and it was back, I was confused and scared I tried to scream for my mother but the words wouldn't leave my mouth. I tried and tried, but I couldn't. Finally! The words left my mouth “Mom mom there's a light in my closet I smell smoke help!” My mother ignored my cries and told me to go to bed and get sleep. I couldn't. I tried, It wasn't till maybe 5 A.m. when i finally passed out.

The whisperer: At the age 7, I would always have my closet doors closed for good reason, at night it would always be around 2 inches or so open. I would hear a man's voice talking. But I could never understand what he, it was saying. It scared me to the point that to this day I still have my closet doors removed.

Too many to count: This happened a few times actually. More times than I can remember. There was this one time I decided I would stay home alone while my mother was at work. I was blasting the new Katy Perry album “roar” on my radio and doing all kinds of arts and crafts and duct tape art. I was minding my own business when the scissors that i had sitting on the dresser next to my bed fly off of it! They landed in front of where I was sitting on my bed, so thankfully I wasn't harmed. Almost immediately after that my door slammed shut and the light in the hallway was being turned on and off over and over and over again. I knew this because I could hear the unmistakable click, click, click of the light switch. On and off and on and off It went, every time it turned on it would get a little bit more scarier. Thankfully, it soon ended after that. I wish I could get that blood curdling click, click, click out of my head. But it seems here to stay.

Man in the night: This story isn't as scary but still weird, at the age of 13 I was pretty well used to all these happenings and accorences, so this really isn't that strange to me. My mother always told me she didn't believe me when I told her about these common occurrences, when in reality she did. I would always see this misty looking shadow figure roa the house, especially the hallway which happens to be right next to my bedroom. I would always see him, the tall, skinny dark figure. But I never feared him, I never got a sense of discomfort when he would show himself to my mother and I. I was never scared. But as soon as he came, he was gone. I felt saddened when he left, or maybe he didn't leave and he just stopped appearing. In the meantime, I hope he's doing well, if spirits have feelings.

So, these are the things i've been through, i've witnessed. I ask myself why I've had to go through all of this, and so much more. Who knows what I'll experience next. Or if anything will happen.