My Story

My story dates back to when i was a kid living in a haunted house. We lived in a town near a colonial battle field. We has three spirits living in the house, two men and a woman. They stayed in my sister's room and you could sometimes see their shadows on the walls and ceiling. Most of the time they would turn on radios and move glasses and ash trays in front of us. Sometimes they would turn on and play records in my sister's room. One time my sister was in the bathroom and when she looked into a mirror on a door, another woman was standing in it with colonial clothes on.

I thought after we moved from that house that the hauntings were over, Wasn't to long before i found out i was wrong. It was then i realized i was sensitive. I was a musician and i came home from playing, i got into bed to go to sleep. Once i layed down something layed down on the pillow next to me, i got up and looked around and nothing was there. This happened 4 times, on the fifth i layed down and something...

My Story