It was a huge house at Alphonds street. I lived there with my mom and dad, two sisters, grandma, and uncle. I had to be like nine or ten years old. I was the ugly duckling. Always alone. My sisters alwayz had fun without me. Still I was closest to my younger sister. We even bathed together. One day, as we were bathing downstaris, my older sister and my cousin, who was over, were upstairs. They wanted to bother us thinking we were in the attic, so they started hitting the ceiling with a broom. Of coarse "we" answered back, so they kept hitting the ceiling. My little sister and me finished our bath and we ran upstairs to rush into clothes. When we got upstairs we found our sister and cousin messign with the ceiling. When they saw us they were totally freaked out. They ran and we ran after them, for their faces freaked us out. We all ended up in the living room where the rest of the family was. My Cousin started fussing about the incident upstairs. My little sis and me were lost, we didnt know what they were talking about. But we went along upstaris with the rest of the family. My older sister said the answering came from the attic, but no one had ever been up there, infact it had never been opened, so we were all confused.

Three weeks before, we had just moved in and the door to the attic was sealed and no one bothered to open it. But on that day, curiosity had my uncle unseal it. He opened the door. It was dark. He asked to get a flashlight. My dad got it for him and entered the attic with him. Though, us kids were scared, we still went in after the men of the house. We really didnt expect to find what we found that day. Everything in there was just plain horror. There were pictures of dead people everywhere. Crucifixs with dolls nailed in them. Wierd writings on the wall; nothing anyone could understand. Us kids were asked to leave. The grownups took everything out. Cleaning everything with their faith.

Because of the faith we had in there nothing more to be afraid of, we took the attic for storing. There, my sisters and me had all our toys and dolls. One day my little sister asked me to get her favorite doll. Being little and all, I was still scared of the attic, but to keep my sister calm I went to the attic to get her doll. When I opened the door, it seemed as if the doll was waiting for me, so I grabbed her. At that instant the doll cried " Let me go.I want my mommy!" I screamed and cried myself downstairs. No one believed me. They said it was all in my head. I knew it wasnt all in my head, for my older sister was also having scares of her own.

My sisters and me, all slept in the same room. I could here my older sister crying at night. I really didnt want to know. She too probably had someone looking at her every night. I had someone next to my bed every night, but I wasnt terrified of her. She never hurt me. In fact I always thought of her as my guardian angel. She was young and beautiful. She had a gypsy look and seemed very calm. All she would do was stare at me. I was still a bit scared, but just not terrified. It seemed one night my sister couldnt take it anymore and she ran to my bed. There she told that everynight she had a hairy hand feeling on her face and running it's fingers through her hair. I guess she had it worse than me. But we were just kids, so we never told any one. Who would believe us.

Sooner than later, the grownups started witnessing the paranormal too. They stared losing things. They saw glasses fall landing straight and unbroken on the floor. All, one by one, from the floor would come back up and in to the cupboards. Even my grandma was seeing things. She claimed we would go into her room at night and play in a corner in her room. But of coarse it wasn't us. Some really weird things happened in that house. I can't really remember much anymore. I'm a 37 year old mom who eventually moved out from that house before being driven crazy. But sometimes, just sometimes, I still get scared at night when my kids are sleeping and I see my bedroom door open, no one entering, yet something pulling at my feet.

(I can promise you that none of this was made up. Thank God I didn't witnees any of this. This story was told to me by my mom and I thought i could share it with the world. Sweet dreams.)