Alright, here is my creepy ghost story.
When I lived at my old house in Colorado, back when I was 5 or 6, both of my parents got the impression that a ghost was living on the staircase in our house. When they walked on the stairs, they held the handrail because they felt like they were being pushed. However, neither of my parents told each other because they thought their spouse would think they
Were crazy.
Then, one day, the realtor for the house came over with this woman called a smudger, some one who rids ghosts and evil out of houses. Neither of my parents told the realtor or smudger about the ghost on the stairs. The smudger walks though the house with all of her equipment, some box that plays music, and some kind of instrument. The smudger had no idea where the ghost was in the house. She said the downstairs was fine, but when she started to walk upstairs, she stopped mid sentence, turned around, and started screaming, "GET OUT OF HERE GHOSTS, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE".
Later that night, my dad comes home and asks my mom how the smudger was. My mom said that the smudger got this crazy idea that there was a ghost on the stairs. She knew about the ghost beforehand, but still didn't tell my dad about it because she thought he might think she was crazy. My dad said, "really, because I always had this weird feeling like someone trying to push me when I was walking down the stairs. My mom said she felt the same exact thing.
My sister used to sleep walk in that house too. She would go from her room, to the stairs and walk down them, but she would stop halfway down the stairs and sit down. Sometimes she would start talking, and eventually stand up and walk back to her room. My parents thought she was talking to the ghost in her sleep.
But the thing that really convinced my mom that there was a ghost on the stairs was a few years later. We lived in a different house and it was my brothers 5th birthday. My mom was joking around with him, saying "why do you have to turn 5? Why can't you go backwards and turn 3 instead?" My brother sat down and started crying, saying he didn't want to turn 3. "ok I was just joking" My mom said. "what's so bad about 3?" When I was 3 we lived in that house with the ghost on the stairs that kept trying to kill me!" My brother cried. My dad dropped the plate he was holding. No one had told my brother about the ghost.
So that's my story. It's 100% real. What do you think?
When I lived at my old house in Colorado, back when I was 5 or 6, both of my parents got the impression that a ghost was living on the staircase in our house. When they walked on the stairs, they held the handrail because they felt like they were being pushed. However, neither of my parents told each other because they thought their spouse would think they
Were crazy.
Then, one day, the realtor for the house came over with this woman called a smudger, some one who rids ghosts and evil out of houses. Neither of my parents told the realtor or smudger about the ghost on the stairs. The smudger walks though the house with all of her equipment, some box that plays music, and some kind of instrument. The smudger had no idea where the ghost was in the house. She said the downstairs was fine, but when she started to walk upstairs, she stopped mid sentence, turned around, and started screaming, "GET OUT OF HERE GHOSTS, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE".
Later that night, my dad comes home and asks my mom how the smudger was. My mom said that the smudger got this crazy idea that there was a ghost on the stairs. She knew about the ghost beforehand, but still didn't tell my dad about it because she thought he might think she was crazy. My dad said, "really, because I always had this weird feeling like someone trying to push me when I was walking down the stairs. My mom said she felt the same exact thing.
My sister used to sleep walk in that house too. She would go from her room, to the stairs and walk down them, but she would stop halfway down the stairs and sit down. Sometimes she would start talking, and eventually stand up and walk back to her room. My parents thought she was talking to the ghost in her sleep.
But the thing that really convinced my mom that there was a ghost on the stairs was a few years later. We lived in a different house and it was my brothers 5th birthday. My mom was joking around with him, saying "why do you have to turn 5? Why can't you go backwards and turn 3 instead?" My brother sat down and started crying, saying he didn't want to turn 3. "ok I was just joking" My mom said. "what's so bad about 3?" When I was 3 we lived in that house with the ghost on the stairs that kept trying to kill me!" My brother cried. My dad dropped the plate he was holding. No one had told my brother about the ghost.
So that's my story. It's 100% real. What do you think?
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