My family has moved around a lot, because my father is in the military. Out of all the places that we have lived, this place was by far the worst. We moved into our house in February of 1998, we lived in a four bedroom house on a military base and all seemed well. A few months passed and I noticed strange things began to happen. I was home alone and I was sitting in the living room reading a book, I heard the Television in the other room slowly click on and off, and then it started rapidly turning on and off, and it stayed on with a screen of static. I was so freaked out I ran out and went over to a friends house. I told no one of this because I knew what they would have said. A month passed without anything happening so I thought that maybe the television had a malfunction of some sort. So I went on with my usual day to day routine. But I still felt like someone or something was always watching me.
My mother had carpet installed, because before there was tile throughout the whole entire house. A few days after the carpet was installed I was laying in my bed and I was the only one awake. I heard footsteps pacing back in forth in front of my door. I thought maybe it was one of my brothers, so I got out of bed and opened the door and to my surprise there was nothing there. I climbed back into bed and then I heard the footsteps again but this time there was more of them and one pair sounded as if they were high heels, which would be almost impossible because the hallway right outside my door was carpeted. I was terrified, I was alone and no one would believe me if I told them.
More things happened but I had passed them off as being something else, until one night a month before we were going to move things took a turn for the worst. I was playing in my room and I happened to look up at my window. I saw a man, his face was white and it had an evil look on his face, he just stood there staring at me. I was frozen. I ran out of my room and went to my father told him what I had seen and he went out searching for this man. He checked where he would have been standing and he noticed nothing out of place, none of the flowers were trampled, so he shrugged it off as my over active imagination. I continued playing in my room, I heard my door handle begin to turn and then it shook, the door flew open with so much force, but no one was behind it.
We finally moved out of the house. I was so relieved, me and my brothers were waiting in the car for my parents, they came out and as we were passing the house I looked at my window, I saw the man with the white face.
Till this day I still get chills thinking about what had happened to me, why was I the only one that saw these things?
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