My Week Of Ghostly Night Visits

Around 2 years ago, my friend Lauren and her family moved into an old house in our town. It has been around for over 100 years and is extremely large with a carriage house in the backyard. Now as soon as my friend moved in, I knew something wasn't quite right about it. About a year after they had stayed there, Lauren told me that when she was home alone at night, if she passed her basement there was what appeared to be a maid that would glow in the dark and ask her for help. Of course, this did not increase the little amount of safety which I felt in her house.

In May of this year, my parents went to Hawaii for a week and I'm deathly afraid of planes, so Lauren's parents let me stay with them. Lauren and I stayed in her sun room, a completely white room with one wall having windows facing into another room which was under renovation at the time. We shared one bed which was in the corner of the room with a rocking chair beside it. Now, my entire life I have been exposed to the supernatural. The first house which I lived in, a barn had an old farmer which haunted it. The house which I lived in after this was also haunted by a man who my family believed was the old mayor of our town. My parents have also been exposed and fully believe in the afterlife. Anyways, the first night I stayed there was alright but still scary. It was around 5 in the morning when I felt a small weight on my feet, now because my friend has 2 cats, I didn't think much of it, that is until I went down to pet the cat and nothing was there. I remember being only slightly afraid.

On night 2 it was around 3 in the morning when all of a sudden the bed shook. The rest of the house and room were still, so it could not have been an earthquake. I was scared and shocked at this, but I just lay still. After about 2 minutes, it shook again, and it did so for around 10 minutes. I woke up Lauren and told her what had happened, yet she just went back to sleep thinking nothing of it. I didn't go back to sleep that night.

The next night was particularly scary. At approximately 12 all of the lights were off and Lauren was fast asleep. I was having trouble going to sleep so I looked around the room at the various things in it. In the corner of the room, near the end of the bed was a little girl. I was frozen as she studied me with her completely black eyes. I was never so afraid. I ducked my head under the sheets and forced myself to sleep. At about 4 in the same night, I woke up to loud noises. Lauren was sitting upright and looking into the other room with pure terror in her eyes. I looked into the room to see all of the renovation tools being tossed everywhere and a blackbird flying around the room. All of a sudden, the tools dropped to the floor and the bird flew into our room where it disappeared into the air. We both clung to each other until morning.

After a few nights nothing happened, but the last night I was there was the scariest for myself. It was about 5 in the morning, just before sunrise when I woke up and heard screaming from her backyard. Lauren and I were frozen with terror. The screaming was almost childlike, but also like an animal. It was not making out words, just spitting out shrieks of horror. This went on for 10 minutes. Half way through this I got so curious that I went to the window to see what it was, yet in the spot where the noise was coming from there was nothing. I looked out at the entire yard, yet nothing was there. I went back to our bed and once again never went back to sleep. We asked her family the next morning if anyone had heard it, yet nobody had heard it. When my parents got home that night and I told them what had happened and they believed me but thought nothing of it really.

That one week at Lauren's was the most paranormal activity I have ever experienced, and since then only a few things have happened at her house, such as doors opening when they're not supposed to and lights flickering on and off.

I have shared this story to ask if maybe other people have a friend who has a haunted house and what I can do about it. Thank you for reading my story.