Okay, so this is all started happening New Year's Eve...
Some of you may have already read how all this started on the intro board...but I'm going to write it again anyways...But, first I should tell you the layout of the bottom floor as it's VERY important for the story. I'll tell it from the veiwpoint of the stairs since it's easier. Okay, when your standing at the bottom of the stairs and to your immediate right is the door to my room. My sister's room is next to mine. Looking foward and left is the door to the furnace room. Turn your head to the left and against the far wall from the stairs is the computer. And to the right of the computer is the door to the garage. That's the layout of my basement in a nutshell. It's probably not easy to picture, but oh well. Now for the story...
Well, our parents were hosting a New Year's party and my brother and I were sitting at the computer. I see this figure of a little boy standing next to me out of the corner of my eye. I turn to look, expecting to see my cousin Zach (around age 10) standing there, but no one was there. I look at my brother and he says he saw him too, but when he turned to look again it was gone. A few minutes, or possibly seconds later, Zach walks down the stairs. Now it's not very easy to run from one side of the lower floor to the other, go up the stairs, and come back down them in a matter of a few minutes or so. (believe me, I've been experimenting, it just doesn't work. lol)I ask him if he was just trying to freak us out or what (ghosts were the LAST thing on my mind). He gets a confused look on his face and says he doesn't know what we're talking about, he was just up in the bathroom (which is above the furnace room). I shrug it off for a while, because, well, I wasn't thinking MY house was haunted, but I was a believer in ghosts. I spent the rest of the party trying to find a logical explaination, I never found one.
When the party was over and everyone had left me and my sister decide to go to her room and watch some t.v. We sit there for about 10 minutes when we start hearing the computer being typed upon. Then we heard a strange banging. That's when I told her about earlier that night with the figure, she freaks, I freak, we both freak. We were too scared to sleep till about 4 in the morning, let alone in separte rooms, I slept in her bed that night.
Ever since that night it was hard to get more than 4 hours of sleep due to the noises. So one night I decide to forget about sleeping and take notes on what I hear (mostly so my parents would believe us kids about the house being haunted, they still don't) I heard A LOT. I took up 3 pages of notebook paper front and back. This is some of the stuff i heard: Lots of banging and clicking near the computer. The door to the garage slamming. The furnace clicking on, when it was finished it would quickly turn back on (cold spots anyone?). The water running on and off in the upstairs bathroom. People walking around in my brother's room (which is above my room, it's not hard to hear any movement up there). And the kicker--A little boys voice say my name.
I have kept the notes to myself, no one else has read them or even heard about them.
Skip ahead, skip ahead...sleepless nights,weird lights at night, sleeping with a night light, and sleeping with my door closed... So on Monday (Monday as in January 10th) I lay in bed, close my eyes and begin to doze. Nearing sleep, I hear this clatter near my dresser. I click on my light to see a Sega game laying there on the floor. Even at the time I knew something was wrong with that, as I know I had put it securly in the middle of the shelf. There was no way it could've just fallen. I run out of my room and see my sister on the computer. I sit next to her. I tell her about the game falling off of my dresser (We both believe the house is haunted as we share the floor with the noises on it). She tells me some things has been moving around in her room too. I nod and we sit in silence for about 15 minutes when we hear this "ding". Kinda like a windchime, only it was a single, high pitched ding. I turn to her and she says (quote) "I heard it too, just shut up and don't talk about the stupid ghost." Later, at 10:30, we decide to go to bed. I securely lock my door, turn on the lava lamp and lay down. But I suddenly didn't feel sleepy. I tossed and turned countless times until 1:45 when I finally went to sleep. About 2:15 I feel my waterbed rippling at the foot of my bed, like someone was shaking it. Half asleep, I ignore it, until my foot starts moving back and forth by itself like someone was shaking it voilently. Still half asleep, I pull my foot out of their grasp and try to get back into my dream. A few minutes later, my eyes snap open as I realize what had just happened. I quickly turn on my t.v. and stay that way until 4 to tell my dad that I wasn't feeling well enough to go to school due to my lack of sleep (I haven't told him the real reason why I couldn't sleep yet, as he wouldn't believe me anyway). He and my step mom leave for work aroudn 5:50, I go down to my room, groggy from lack of sleep. I stand in the middle of my room and look around warily, knowing someone or something was there. I suddenly feel energy rush into me and I start scolding whomever had woken me from my sleep (Not the brightest thing to do as for my consequence for it) I told them I had a big test that day and now I was going to miss it because of them. I said I don't know why they had kept me up, but I was really mad at them anyway. When I finished venting I layed in my bed, and was SOO close to sleep, when I hear water running (more like spraying) in the furnace room. I rush out of my room to see water flying EVERYWHERE from the furnace. After a few minutes of screaming about it with my sis, she grabs the phone and dials my dad's cell phone number. I would give you the "hilarious" details of me gets soaked head to foot, but this post is getting pretty long.
So after my brother and sister leave for school, I'm stuck in the house with a ghost that is upset with me. I was all but joyful for the missed school day. I spent most of the time on the computer, waiting for the furnace guys to come to fix the furnace (I had successfully shut off the water to the WHOLE house, so I couldn't take a shower, or do anything hygenic such as flushing the tiolet). So I'm sitting at the computer when I start hearing this wailing of a small boy coming from the corner by the garage door. I was SOO scared I freaked and turned up the t.v. and the computer as loud as they could go. I spent the two hours quivering in fear on the computer chair waiting for the furnace guys to come. And eventhough the t.v. and the computer music was blaring, I could still hear him. He was saying my name like he was angry with me, and after ahile he began crying again. When the furnace guys pulled up in the driveway, I gathered up the courage to run up and open the door for them. I turned off the music on the computer and clicked off the t.v. and let them do their work. They said they had never seen this happen a lot. It may have been their second time ever seeing a burst right after the pressure release valve (don't ask me what THAT means, they just said it). Later, right before my parents showed up, I was in my room. I stood in the middle of my room like before and told him my apology. I told him that I didn't mean to make him upset, but I need sleep. That night, I slept well.
I'll tell you the more recent things in another post because this is long enough.