Ghost Family

From: Raeghan 
Story type: Ghost
Location: boylston, Mass
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sat Feb 12 15:46:35 2011

four years ago, about 2007, we moved from a city to a small town. i was ten at the time. (14 now) the house was 300 years old.the first tour of the big house me and my sister ran around and it didnt feel weird. but then we moved.

the first day we moved i slept in this room at the far end upstairs of the house. IT WAS HORRIBLE. i moved out of that room the next week. i heard creeks but my mom said it was just because the house was so old. so then i moved to the room right next to it. (there was a bathroom in between them) that room felt the most safe throughout out the whole house. i stayed there for awhile i heard noises and saw shadows and when you turned around sometime you saw like flashes.

then, i moved to a room near my mom and step dad. it was scary. my sister was scared having a room all alone downstairs so she moved into my room with me (she could of went in her own but we were scared) we knew there was something there but my mom and step dad wouldnt believe us.

they got married, and had a baby, (my little sister) she moved into the "safe" room. my sister eventually move4d back downstairs and i moved into this old library room.

one day, i was with my dad (not stepdad) and he was the only one who believed us. he gave me a digital recorder b/c he used to work with TAPS and i went out side to see if i could catch anything. so i was walking and saying if you want to say something, blahblah blah and then i could hear a little boy say where is she going in a british accent. we found a book that had pictures of our house and there was this old pics and two little boys, a dog,and a little girl remember that..

one day my sister was in the dining room on the computer and she looked over and saw a silhouette of a young girl in a periodic dress with a bonnet.

a lot of things happened, like my dog was barking and growling at nothing, and we heard a response bark that was NOT his. we know our dogs bark and it was not anything like his.

a lot of things happened at that house. like my cat died, and (had four, then three) and some nights i felt a cat on me so i would go to pet it thinking tit was one of our cats, but then nothing would be there.

and whenever someone would die (it happened a lot) i would always feel like something would put their hand on my shoulder and no one would be there.

eventually, we were going to move b/c o'f job opportunities. worst mistake ever. but anyways one day i was packing, and i asked my Little sister (three) to hand me my penguin on the shelf (remember i lived in a old library room) so she said no and walked a away. but then all of a sudden, the penguin lifted up, and like levitated over to my bed. man, i miss that house.