Before I moved to Kansas, I used to live in Alabama. My grandparent's house was really strange, even though they ended up living there for eight years. I can still remember it perfectly, when you walked in the house you walked into the living room and if you looked to your left there was a hallway. Off of the hallway were two bedrooms on the right, a bathroom and another bedroom on the left. If you came out of the hallway you walked into the kitchen, then the dining room, then a door that opened up to stairs that led to the basement.
Well, anyway some weird stuff started to happen. First, my uncle was home alone. He said that he walked into the kitchen to get some water and everything seemed perfectly fine, so he went back to his room. When he went back into the kitchen to put the glass in the sink, he was scared. All the blinds were up and my grandmother's bird, Priscilla was dead.
Second, my mom told me one day we were sitting outside (I was about two at the time) and I started talking to nothing. My mom said she looked up and saw what seemed to be a pair of feet that she could see through, she was scared because she didn't see anything else, so she ran over to me and took me inside.
Third, my grandmother was down in the basement doing laundry and she saw what also seemed to be a pair of feet, (she didn't look up to see who it was.) She thought it was my grandfather. So anyways she handed the basket of clothes to "my grandfather" thinking it was him, when she looked up there was no one there.
We found out that two older people, a man and woman, both died in the house. I thought that this was an excellent story to share on the site! Thanks for reading!
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