My family has always been able to see ghosts, and I hoped that I would not be a part of that, but sadly I was no exception. When my family first moved to America about 21 years ago they bought a house that was sort of old and run down. But since they had no money their options were limited. Before my parents moved in, many other people had lived there and they really didn't know the history of the house either. Turns out the house had A LOT of history.
I had lived there my whole life and up until I was about 8 nothing paranormal had ever happened to me personally. However my mom would feel things like when my dad would come home late from work. Because he was out drinking and they would argue and she would sleep on the couch in the living room. In the middle of the night she would feel something on her chest, it was really heavy and it was almost like it was choking her, and she couldn't moved she was paralyzed. Then all of a sudden it would just disappear the weight was gone and she could move again. After that she never slept on the couch again
This one really creped me out, I would hear my mom call me and it sounded just like her, like she was right outside my door. At the same time my mom would hear me call her and when we went to find each other, turns out she hadn't called me and I hadn't called her. We shrugged it off at the time but afterwards and after all the things we felt and always having the feeling that someone was watching you, we started to think that we weren't the only ones living in this house.
Now this last story I'm about to tell you is really hard for me because I don't really like to talk about it, But it's the reason why I'm writing this story. When I was about 10 I was sitting at the computer desk and if you turn around you can see the reflection of the bathroom in the mirror on the wall. So I was on the computer and I turned around and through the mirror I saw a man. He wasn't an apparition or a shadow. He looked like a real person, he didn't have a shirt on only pants and he was sitting on the toilet (but he wasn't using it though) just staring at me the one thing that scared me the most were his eyes. They were huge and they scared the crap out of me. I was so scared I couldn't move a muscle to scream for help so I just sat there and stared at him for about 5 minutes. Then I blinked and he was gone, he just vanished out of nowhere.
Shortly after, we moved to a new house with no previous owners. I tried to forget all about the strange man in my bathroom. I had chalked it up to being a nightmare, that the man wasn't real. I had completely forgot about him until recently which is 7 years later when my sister brought up that she use to see a ghost in our old house. A man sitting on the toilet with no shirt on and huge eyes.
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