Seeing Things

It started when I was six. My grandmother died and I was really depressed. I went into my room and was about to turn on the radio when I heard a strange noise coming from my bathroom. When I went in, I saw my grandmother sitting on the floor spreading out tarot cards. She looked at me and held up a card with the devil on it. I was pretty scared, so I went to my mom and got a psychic to investigate. She burned some kind of sage in every corner of the house and said there was nothing else she knew of to do because we are atheists.

The next thing happened when I was eight. We lived in a really old house in Lebanon, Ohio (historical area). I was really into the whole ghost thing ever since my encounter with my grandmother. So when the owner told us it used to be part of the underground railroad, I got excited (knowing that most of those houses have secret passages for escaping slaves), so we investigated and found a passage in my room under the carpet that led to the basement.

About two weeks after we moved in, I was sleeping in my room and heard whispers on my balcony. I got up and went to the door that led out to it and saw a dark figure at the bottom of the stairs. I started to feel a strange force; like he was pulling I or someone was pushing me down the stairs.

When we got down to the backyard, it opened the basement door and as I looked in, I could see five or six African-American people in rags just staring at me, pointing up to the passageway it opened, and I could see a young boy looking down and closing it. Though it seemed to be minutes later, within seconds the people vanished and my parents were coming down the stairs.

Another encounter I had was a few weeks ago. I was sitting on the couch in the living room. From where I sat, I could see the bathroom doorway. My parents were at work and I was home alone sick. I was watching TV when I heard the door open.

I looked up and saw yet another young boy just staring at me. I blinked and looked back. The door was still open, but the young boy was gone. And the room began to fog. I asked my parents about the history of the house. About 20 years ago, a young boy ran away and was found dead in the creek, cause of death unknown.

I still get the feeling I'm not alone in this house, like someone is following me, but trying to convince my parents that these things really happen. When you're as young as I am, it's pretty hard.