Before I begin I want people to know that over the years I have learned to believe that anything is possible. We as a species have it in our nature to ignore what can't be explained and that is a huge misjudgement on our part.
I was 7 months pregnant and prone to being left by myself since my boyfriend worked graveyard at a gas station. We at the time lived in a moderately old house in Hacienda Heights, CA. His brother used to tell me that he had seen ghost children running in the front yard a few times, and didn't like to leave the closet, in our now room, open due to strange noises.
I am one of those people that once something is in my mind, I have to distract myself or will slowly go insane thinking about it. So I tried not to dwell on the story.
That night I found myself falling asleep to a strange feeling, I felt something watching me. Being alone, all I could do was try to shrug it off. I had to force myself not to stare at that closet, everytime I did the door seemed to be open just a little wider. I tried hard to shrug it off and finally fell asleep. This is where it gets wierd.
I thought I was dreaming. I was having a conversation with someone at the bottom of the bed, and they were getting irritated because I refused to get up and talk. I don't remember anything that was said, but what happened next I will never forget.
All of a sudden whatever or whoever was there pulled the blanket very forcefully off of me. I shot up in bed and just stared at my blanket laying on the floor. I was terrified, sitting alone in the dark just staring.
Then the closet doors just started slamming open and shut, fast. It took me all of 30 seconds to run out of the room all the way to our back room. I turned on every single light and checked the time. I still had 3 hours until my boyfriend would be home and his mom was out for the night.
For the first hour everything was fine and I just watched netflix. Then the power started to switch on and off in different rooms. That was it, I grabbed my cell and informed my boyfriend to come home early. And... EVERYTHING STOPPED. As soon as I hung up, it seemed like everything was back to normal.
My boyfriend came home and I told him everything. Surprise, surprise he didn't believe me. I'm not sure I believe me. It felt like a dream, but I was awake. We no longer live there, but I fear for anyone who moves in there. In every hauted house movie I've seen seems to indicate that it only gets worse.
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