I always thought my house was haunted because before my family a couple lived in it and the guy came home from work to find his girfriend's head in his closet.
My parents went out like they usually do on Friday's but this Friday was some how different. I was watching t.v. when I heard a chilling voice calling my name from my brother's room so I decided to go check it out. I slowly crept down the hallway and into my brother's room. I opened the door and found their t.v. on, their stereo on, and both of their discman's on. The funny thing was that they were all playing this chilling tune, even the t.v. I thought that the only explaination must be ghost because my brothers are forgetful but not that forgetful. I turned everything off, but found no cd's or anything in the stereo or the discmans, so I decided not to be trapped in my crazed house alone, so I called at least five people to come over. In the end I only had my closest friends there seeing as they were also my bravest friends, but unfortunetly they had to leave at 10:00 pm and once again I was alone. This time I heard something sratching on the roof of my basement, but I was not going down there seeing as the light needed to be changed and it is made of pure cement, so I tried to ignore it but it slowly moved it's way upstairs. I fell asleep on my couch and dreamt about the chilling music. I awoke at 2:00 am and found that I was still alone so I got up and found breakfast already set out on the table and thought that it was the ghost. I went down to my brothers room and the music was playing again and laying there on one of my brother's beds was this ghostly white figure smiling at me. Now I have friends stay over when I'm home alone and I don't go any where near my brother's room. But every once and a while I still hear the scratching and the music in a rytum like there is more than one ghost.
