My Boyfriend's House

From: R.R.R. (reneara@aol.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: My boyfriends house
Source: Form Submission

This is a completely true story, I swear. A while back when I was a teen I had a boyfriend that lived in a haunted house. It started out with just little things. One night we were watching TV and the picture on the TV flipped over. We thought nothing of it at the time. Then things started moving and dissapearing so we started to look up things on the house and kind of "investagate" and found out a man had hung himself in the front room, which was my boyfriends room at the time. Things started to get worse like knives started flying trying to hit people, and sometimes just flew to hit a wall (this is true, I'm not kidding) it looked like they were being thrown at us. My boyfriend had a big dog that was friendly as can be,and one night while my boyfriend was sleeping he awoke and the dog on his chest with his teeth showing growling, and its eyes were a glowing red. My boyfriend tryed to get the dog off of him but the dog would not budge, and would get more visous every time he tried to get up. My boyfriend screamed for his dad. His father came into the room and tried to get the dog off him but couldnt so he had to knock the out (the dog was fine after) to get his son. The next day he moved into the basement of the house Things seamed to calm down and the dog was back to his normal friendly self. One night me, my friends, and my boyfriend were down in his room and it got relly cold and the dog started barking and jumped up. so we looked were he was barking and there was a shadow on the wall and we got really scared and ran toward the door and me and the dog were last because i was trying to get the dog and the door slammmed shut. My friends wer screaming from outside and I was screaming from the inside and the dog was howling. We couldnt open the door but it would not budge, the dog was howling, I was screaming, and the shadow was coming up the steps after us. Finally I busted the door right off the hinges because I was so scared and me and the dog went running screaming out the house with our friends right behind.  That was the last time I went in that house. Things still happen there. Soon after they moved and the dog never showed a mean strike again. several years later me and a few friends went by the house and it was still empty. I know I will never forget that house or the ghost in it. This is a completely true story.