The Attic

I have a lot of Ghosts stories. But I'm not going to tell them all at once. This one happened when I was about 14. I had just recently moved back to Iceland after living in New Zealand for a few years. My mother (who had been living with a guy in his apartment for about a year) lived a apartment with was on top a a two story house.

It was a small apartment with about 3 rooms. One was were my mother and her boyfriend slept, another one for my two younger brothers and one for her boyfriends older son. I was meant to sleep in the attic. It was small, I couldn't stand up straight in some places, but in a way it looked cozy. But it wasn't. I guess most of you are familiar with going into a house and getting the feeling that you shouldn't be in there, or getting the feeling that there's something bad in there.

Well it was like that in the house, except it was worse in the attic. I don't know the history of the house, so I can't really explain it. I always had the feeling that there was a bad spirit where I slept. Who never really did anything except scare me. I'd wake up and see something black. It was like the ghost that I had been seeing since I was 7, and still do now every once in a while. I've been told that there is a evil spirit following me.

In the end, the fear made me move into the bedroom with my two younger brothers. Sometimes at night I'd hear people talking. Once Jóí (My mum's boyfriends son) came home late and I asked him to turn the t.v off (It was coming from the living room and sounded like it was on the t.v) He said he didn't hear anything.

We left there after a few months. My mother told me that there was nothing in the house that was harmful, I might've been the only one who felt it. Like I have been doing my whole life (I'll post more about this spirit later on if anyone is interested).

I never went back there, but that place always gives me the chills when I see it.