My New House

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Story type: Channelling
Location: Oakland, Mississippi
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When I was about six years old, my parents rented an old house that appeared to be a million years old. The bathtub didn't run hot water. We were told buy the land lady that the woman that lived there only had one pet. It was a parrot. One day she was takng a shower and she slipped and fell. She couldn't get up to get help and she lived alone. She stayed there without help for almost two weeks and died. The parrot wasn't fed so it also died.

We moved in and started repairing the house the best we could. When we were finished, I went to bed and fell asleep. Later that night, I woke up and saw an old lady in my room. It was dark, but I could see that she had something on her shoulder. I couldn't see what it was. I just stared at it until I fell asleep. The next morning, when I woke up, I remembered what happened the night before. I didn't remember going to sleep after it happened so I figured it was a dream. I went in the kitchen to eat breakfast.

After breakfast, I went back in my room to play with my toys. Then I saw the old woman again. On her shoulder was a parrot. I wanted to run, but I was too scared to move. I just screamed. My dad ran in there to see what happened. I kept looking at the old woman. My dad asked me what was wrong so I pointed at the woman. She had bruises on her and her head was covered in blood. The bird looked like he plucked all of his feathers out and he was very skinny. My dad didn't see her or the bird. She didn't move. He asked again what was wrong and I told him about the ghost. He said I was just imagining it so he left the room.

The old lady looked at me for a second and started screaming at me. She said that if I didn't move out I would be sorry. I didn't move out, but she never showed up around me again. A few years later we moved. We got all of our stuff to our new house except for a few boxes so my parents told me to stay in the truck while they went into the house to get the last boxes. I stayed. They went inside for a minute. I got bored so I fell asleep. I woke up with a fright when I heard someone banging on the truck door. I looked over and saw the old woman. She said that I should have left when she told me to. Then she smiled and walked in the house.

The next thing I knew the house burst into flames. I was scared. The woman came back out and looked at me and laughed while I cried myself back to sleep. The next morning I woke up and firemen were at the house. It wasn't on fire any more. The fireman got me out of the truck and gave me to some woman from foster care. I asked her what happened and she said that my parents must have accadently caught the house on fire. Then I remembered what really happened. I told her but of course she didn't believe me. I was taken to the foster care center until my dad's sister, Aunt Vickie, came and adopted me. I told her what happened that night. She told me that she believed me, but I could tell by the look on her face that she didn't.

I'm Thirty-nine years old now, and I remember what happened like it was yesterday. I never moved out of my Aunt Vickie's house because I was afraid that I would move into a haunted house. (Even though you may not believe me, this is a true story!!!) THE END