Come on now you guys, it's too early for us to be at each others throats, and this has been going on for far too long. Does anyone have a ghost story for us?
...Well, let me share one with you all okay?
I was about 14 at the time, I was in my room alone, it was pretty late in the evening, I was almost finished writing a letter to my penpal Tammy, (who is still my penpal after 20 years), When I could almost hear the faint sound of someone's voice. I didn't think much of it, I thought it was my brother Richard outside talking to some friend of his. As I continued to write, I heard the voices again, but they sounded much closer to me, I thought maybe somebody was outside my window messing around, I looked outside, but no one was there, The voices started up again, and this time I payed close attention trying to figure out which direction they were comming from. Finally,
I could tell that they were comming from my bedroom closet.
As I listened, they sounded wierd, realy creepy, it sounded like several people talking at the same time. but they weren't normal human voices, they sounded like Alvin and the chipmunks, I know this is silly, but it's true, they were tiny voices, but they spoke so rapidly I couldn't make out what they were saying. It sent a chill up, and down my spine, I could actualy feel the hairs on my arms, and the back of my head rise! I took off! I ran down the hall, and into the living room. I said to my brother Richard that there was something freakin' wierd going on in my room. But he didn't believe, he went in and checked the closet, nothing was there. But I know what I heard, and I've had so many wierd stuff happen to me in that house to just say it was my imagination. I hope you guys liked the story, I just wanted to remember it the best that I could, with all honesty in sharing it with you.
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