It was June 15, 2006. This is the day I will never forget. This is the day I found out that we were not alone and that we had to get out of this house. It was night time and my mother told me, “Cindy, can you please go up to the attic and get me some boxes to put these toys in?” I went up stairs and found the boxes and threw them down. When I turned off the lights, the attic stairs slammed up on their own. I didn’t panic at first, but when I tried turning on the lights so I could see, they didn’t turn on.

I then started freaking out. I’m like, “Okay I’m not gonna scream,” so I took my cell phone out and used the screen to light the attic. I flashed it around there was a little girl just standing there and looking at me very furious as if I had done something to her. Then, she started walking over to the back of the attic where I couldn’t see her. I hoped I would never see her again. I tried calling my mom on the house phone but I was prompted with a voice stating that service was not available, and to try again later.

I continued flashing the light of the cell phone around in the attic and once again the little girl appeared, but even closer this time. I decided to try turning off the light for a while and maybe the girl would go away. I did this for a few minutes, and then flashed the light once again out of curiosity. She wasn’t there.

Suddenly, I felt something cold behind me. I turned around and saw that she was right next to me. She said, “I hate you.” I started screaming and I fell to the ground.

The next morning, I found myself in bed lying down so I thought it was a dream, but it wasn’t. I had out finger marks and bruises on my neck. What really happened that night? I don’t really know.

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One night when I was 12 years old, I stayed up late doing my homework. It was 3 am. Everyone else was asleep. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. I turned around and they stopped. I felt the coldest breeze imaginable. It ran through my body and my back stiffened. I continued doing my homework.

Suddenly I heard noises, like giggling. I felt a breeze even colder then before. All of a sudden, the lights started to flicker. On and off. But only in the family room and some of the hallway. I heard footsteps again, but louder and harder. I looked over at the staircase and I saw something move. It was a flash of white and black. I got scared.

I climbed up the stairs, and went to my parents’ bedroom. But the door was locked. I knocked on the door. No reply. I knock harder. Again no reply. “Mommy, Dad! I’m scared. Open up! Please!” No answer. I saw something again, and felt something hold my shoulder, but then I felt nothing. I panicked. “PLEASE! OPEN!” But they didn’t even say anything. Not even an “It’s Ok, Honey.”

I ran to my grandparents’ room, and all of my 9 brothers and sisters’ rooms. All locked. There was still one room I hadn’t tried: my aunt’s room, locked.

All of a sudden, something pushed me. I fell to the ground. Suddenly I heard crying, then yelling coming from the room next to me. It was the extra room. No one went in it, because it was full of spiders, dust, and mice. We sometimes used it for storage space. I went inside, and I saw our old rocking chair moving! The back of the chair was facing toward me. I got scared, but also curious.

I walked to the front of the rocking chair, and screamed. In front of me was a girl I had never seen before. Her dress was grayish white and torn, and her hair was pin straight, tangled, and pitch black. She looked about 5 years old. She said,”Help me! He’s coming! HE’S COMING! HELP! Do SOMETHING! HE’LL KILL ME! HE’LL KILL ME!”

A man came through the door. In his hand he held a chopping knife. I started screaming again. The girl continued to cry, even louder. “HELP ME!” He started mumbling to herself, and walked even closer to us. “You useless child! My beatings didn’t work for nothin’ I am so glad I killed your pathetic mother!” He raised his chopping knife.

I heard footsteps. MY PARENTS! The girl screamed, and they disappeared. My parents came in the room. “Are you done with your – What happened?” My mom looked terrified. I realized I was sweating, and screaming. “They… You… The door was locked! Why didn’t you open the door?” My mom hugged me and said, “Lizzie, the door wasn’t locked. It was wide open!” I never went into that room again, and every time I see a chopping knife, I think of that night.

This story is a true story, I swear. I’m still terrified of knifes and I never stayed up so late again. It’s been 23 years. I’m especially careful with my children, and always leave the door wide open. I never saw the ghosts again, but I have and always will have a vivid picture of them in my head. The thought of ghosts still haunts me.

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This photograph appeared in both the Chicago Sun-Times and the National Examiner. It was taken during an investigation in Bachelor’s Grove Cemetery on August 10, 1991 with a group of GRS members. The picture is an enlarged black and white infrared shot taken of an area where many of the group noticed something unusual with some of the equipment they used. It shows a young woman sitting on a tombstone with parts of her lower and upper body being somewhat semi-transparent. The dress she is wearing is also out-of-date. It was taken by member, Jude Huff-Felz.