The house stands, now being about 300 years old. I only know of one death in this house, but there is more than one spirit here I am sure. I spent most of my time in this house even before I moved in, with my friends Tiffany and Christine.

Every time I was there I could see people watching me and hear noises in rooms I knew no one was in, but no one else believed me. On occasion Tif, would say “Did you hear that? It was probably just the wind though.”

My parents, and four older siblings all thought I was crazy, but then about a year later, something terrible happened that would give them reasons to believe me.

The house owner, had died of a brain tumor in my living room by the bathroom door, I remember I had spent that night in the house with his daughter Tiffany. I was in the kitchen sitting at the counter eating cheerios. My sister was in the next room playing video games. You could see down a hall into the living room from both rooms.

He had died. The man I had known since I was a baby was gone. From this moment, as you would guess, the sightings, and noises got worse. Of course, my dad decided to move into the house, knowing I was already terrified of it.

When I moved here, I always felt like I was being watched (and I still do). I would wake up crying and screaming every night. My parents would always tell me it was my imagination and to go back to bed, but I know it wasn’t. I would see people sitting at the kitchen table, while I was making a snack. The second I would turn around they would disappear.

In the closet in my room, there were two doors to get into it, one door, you could reach from the hallway, and one entrance in my actual room. I could see people standing in there looking at me all night, with looks that seemed to pierce through me. They wouldn’t go away – at all. I would occasionally see the outline of a person run by the bureau, then run off to my closet. Of course, once again, being afraid of the closet, things only got worse.

The entrance from the room to get into the closet doesn’t have a door, its just a large section of the wall cut out, about the length of a twin size bed, hmm twin size bed, well my mother thought it would be a genius idea to move the bed into the closet considering I could still see around my room and it was basically a part of my room. The fears got so bad, I would run out into the hallway, and sleep out there and my parents would wake up to me outside their door.

Before I had that room to myself, I shared it with my sister. We had bunk beds, and took turns being on top bunk. One of the nights I was on the top bunk I was awakened to something or someone shaking my shoulder as if trying to wake me up. I woke up and looked around. I saw, standing at the bunk bed ladder, my great grandmother who had died when I was about 4 or 5 years old. She had never gotten to say goodbye to me, and plus at the time, I was basically too young to even realize she was gone. She looked down at me and smiled and she tilted her head to the side. She mouthed the words “Hi” and “Goodbye.” I started crying, and hid under my blankets saying “fall back asleep, fall back asleep” over and over. The next day I told my parents about this experience. I described what she was wearing. It was exactly what she had been buried in.

This only made me worse. I was afraid to be in the room for more than 5 seconds or else I would start screaming and crying. I knew people were there and I still do but everyone thought It was my imagination.

The spirits started to realize I didn’t like them here. They were still here and I knew it but they tried to make themselves less noticeable. But then one night, they all came back, bringing a few new friends or at least ones I hadn’t met yet.

The first new friend was a lady dressed all in black who stood outside my uncle’s door with a black umbrella. She looked as though she was going to a funeral.

The second one, was just an apparition that it was impossible to make out, sometimes black and shadowy, but other times whiter than snow.

My siblings started believing me a little bit, when my sister was home alone with her boyfriend and the dogs were both sitting on the couch next to them. They heard footsteps going back and forth in he upstairs hallway, but no one else was home. My eldest brother also heard these.

My eldest sister was convinced there was a ghost of a boy between late teens, or early twenties in her closet. He would stand right outside her closet door by the shelf, or just stay in the closet, he would not go any where in the room.

The most recent one someone has seen other than me was a new one. My dad has a bunch of my stuff on a shelf in this room on the top shelf including a broken acoustic guitar, a chucky doll I bought at Spencer’s gifts, and other random things. (This is the room I am in right now.) At about two in the morning, my father was awakened. He saw a girl standing on a chair, playing with things on the top shelf. The closet door was opening and closing, and swinging back and forth. He thought it was me just getting bored and wanting to use some of my stuff, but then he realized it was a little girl in an old fashioned night gown, with different hair and eyes then me. She eventually just disappeared.

There are MANY MANY MANY more stories I could get into, but I think I may have already written more than enough. I have lived in the same house since I was six years old, and to this day, I still believe the ghosts are here. Every now and again, I still witness a little ghost phenomenon.

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It didn’t take long for things to start happening. My mom would get locked out if she left the house. When we went to the basement, we always had a feeling we were being watched. That was me and my mom who always had that creepy feeling, although my mom never discussed this with me ’til later years.

We only had a few neighbors out in the country where we lived and hardly ever locked our doors. My mom went into her bedroom one day to hang her sweater in the closet. When she opened the door she saw someone or something standing behind the clothes, she said all she seen was a pair of old jeans and old shoes right before she took off running out of the house.

She went to our neighbors and called my Dad home from work. They went and looked in the closet and whoever or whatever was gone. They searched the house, nothing.

My mom told me the house had set empty for a long time before we had bought it.

One night I walked home from the roller rink, which was not to far from where we lived. I noticed when I got close to home that the house was dark, no lights at all. I unlocked the door and went in calling for my mom and dad, no one home!

I turned on the light’s and TV, I was sitting in the living room when I heard footsteps coming up our basement steps. I got up and went and locked myself in the bathroom, we had a vent in there and you could hear any sounds coming from the basement. I sat quietly listening and I heard the footsteps again coming up the stairs.

We had a closet in the bathroom, I got inside, shut the door and crawled up under a shelf. I could hear something out in the hall rubbing up against the bathroom door, well guess what? I fainted.

I awoke to the sound of my parents voices and knocking on our front door for me to let them in. I was terrified.

Then once, I was down in the barn brushing my horse down. No one was at home except for me, I often went down to be with my horse and sometimes I would sit on her and braid her mane. All at once something scared the heck out of her and she darted out the door. I fell off backwards, hit my head, and I guess I was knocked out lying on the ground.

Next thing I remember my mom was trying to wake me asking me why I was covered in dirt and straw and lying on my bed. I have no idea how I got there. I had one thought, but I don’t like thinking about it.

Even after I was grown and would go to visit, I hated being alone in that house and that basement still creeped me out. That feeling of being watched, and not being alone down there, still was there. Someone else lives there now, I just wonder if they experience the things we did. I hope not.

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Me and my wife recently moved into our new house on 23rd of June 2007. On the day of the move my brother Rob helped us move are stuff and by 18:00 o’clock that evening we where moved in. Because we were due to fly to Spain that night for a family holiday we simple dumped every thing into the lounge minus our beds and packed our suitcases, before leaving for the airport. As strange as this may seem but the holiday was pre booked and the exchange was completed on this day.

Two weeks later when we arrived back home from our trip we discovered that our belongings had been moved around and destroyed.

The wardrobe which me and my brother had put into the lounge at the front of the house up against the wall had been knocked over and trashed along with a few boxes of plates which had been placed on the work surface in the kitchen. These seemed to have been thrown onto the kitchen floor. The strange thing was the boxes seem to have claw marks in them. One of the boxes was completely ripped to pieces.

To be fair this scared us, I don’t know if any of you know where Bexleyheath is but its not far from London and I can assure you there are no bears, wolves or anything with claws running around except maybe the mangy old foxes.

Everything seemed fine for a couple of days after that. I went back to work fully charged and keen to get back into the swing of things and my wife who had booked another week off to sort out the house stayed home.

I got a phone call from my wife about 11 in the morning saying that while she was in the shower she had heard the bedroom door bang and footsteps along the hallway before hearing a knock on the bathroom door. Thinking it was me home early from work she called out for me to enter. The bathroom door swung open but there was no one there. Her calls where left unanswered. She was pretty shaken up by the incident.

That night when I arrived home from work I locked the porch door which was my custom before sitting down to eat dinner. Some time later the door bell started to ring profusely which seemed strange because it was on the front door not the porch which was locked. When I went to look it suddenly stopped. Going back to my dinner it began again until once more I reached the front door when it stopped. This time, quiet freaked out, I decided to take the batteries out of the door bell which should have stopped it. It never and every time I got to the door it stopped.

A few nights later when I was laying in bed waiting for my wife, who was in the bathroom, the light on the ceiling began to flicker before going completely out. Once the light came back on the light fitting was swinging in a frenzy. Seconds later my wife began screaming. As I jumped out of bed and rushed to her aid she was hysterical saying she had seen a black shadowy figure in the mirror standing behind her and it had whispered in her ear that she was going to hell. While we were in the bathroom I became angry at these strange goings on and started to confront them only to hear what can only be described as growling followed by laughter.

From that night on my wife has refused to even set foot into the house prefering to stay with her mother. I too have now moved out, but on one occasion last week when I went back to make sure the house was tidy for a perspective buyer I saw what looked like an old English Red Coat, the like which faught in the war for independence in America.

So far I have been unable to find any information on this whatsoever.

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We had seven children all together. It wasn’t long after we moved into the house when it all started. While making dinner one night with a friend we heard a male voice call out my name. We looked all over for who ever called out to me but, we weren’t able to find anyone in the house. We both had heard this at the same time, so we knew we weren’t crazy. This happened several times through out the time we lived there.

Later we would be sitting on the sofa, and we could see a tall dark figure pass down the hall. This was a daily thing. We called him momma’s ghost, he took the same trail. There was no exit door at the end of the hall, if you went down the hall you had to come back up the same way to get back out. This continued to happen the 20 years we lived there.

The master bed room was haunted also. It seemed to be a strong ghost. It was loud, hitting the wall above my head, and the foot of the bed jarring me awake. This house is still in our family today it burned in 2005 but is still intact, with mostly water damage.

I had written the previous part earlier in the week about the haunted house on Cochran Road. We lived there for over 20 years and raised 7 children there. It was hard to finish all the paranormal things that took place over those years. As we know from the story before this one this house was on fire, the most haunted place I have ever heard of known to be true.

During the day all the kids were in school until 3:00, and I would lay across the bed after all my house work had been done for the day. While laying there resting, I would hear a basket ball bouncing, getting up to look outside there were no one there. This happened a lot. The house was off the road and was away from all other houses.

We also would hear a car pull into the drive way up to the back door where our drive way ended, we could hear them pulling up, the car shutting off, the door open and close, and foot steps coming toward the door. Getting up to answer the door expecting a door bell, that never came, no one was there.

The most memorable thing was one morning while making breakfast for myself. I was standing at the stove and looking in the den which was near the kitchen. I had the strangest feeling. Coming through the hallway door into the den, just there in mid air was a fog like mist. It was there for at least a while, it seemed like forever. I was scared that day. I had never seen anything like that before. Usually what I had seen had been there and then gone.

I called a friend to come get me that day, I was not at all comfortable in the house. I was looking for what ever it was to manifest right in front of my eyes. I didn’t return home that day until everyone was there. My friend came in and she stated that she could feel a presence there strong enough that she could feel their desperation.

Source:trueghosttales.com