My Grandmother's House
I never really believed in ghosts until this recent Saturday night. You see, I was staying at grandmother's house to help her clean and prepare for the Sunday meal for the next day. That night at five o' clock A.M., I heard my dog carrying on, like usual whimpering and whatnot, but this was different. His cries were extremely distressed and he was sitting in front of the open bedroom door, but he wasn't leaving. Just sitting there whimpering like he was in pain. I walked over to the door to feel that it was overly cold, like almost twenty degrees, and I felt very heavy as I stood there.
My grandmother has a Jesus bust on a stand by her room (which I was sleeping in there) and as I was standing in the doorway I looked at the bust, and Jesus' face looked significantly different, almost as if he was in pain. I thought it was my imagination because I've never really paid attention to his face. The moment I walked out of the doorway, I noticed that the rest of the hallway was almost seventy degrees, by which I felt extremely bothered. I walked into the bathroom to take a piss and I stood there staring into the hallway, waiting for something to happen.
I flushed the toilet and as I was walking out of the bathroom, I heard a voice say "Go back to sleep." I thought that this was my mind playing tricks on me, but I noticed my dog stopped whimpering and was now on my grandmother's bed staring at the door. As I was walking back into the room, I heard a voice of a little girl say "Mike...Want to play?" By now I was scared shitless and I was walking back into the room and I felt two hands that felt as if they were made as ice touch my shoulders and the girl's voice said "Mike...Where's the puppy?"
I ran into the bed, laid down, and closed my eyes. I kept hearing laughing and sounds of faint giggles coming from the hall. I stayed up all night to ask my grandmother what all of that was. She told me that two little twin girls fell down the steps before she moved in there, and the two girls haunt the upstairs hallway on their birthdays.
The fact that I will never be able to sleep over there again is radical, but what's even more frightening is that last night when I tried to sleep in my room, I heard the girl say my name again. Is it possible for ghosts to follow you places?
Credited to Orfy666
Originally uploaded on April 4, 2011
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