When i used to live in America, i was living with my parents in my Grandma's house who died over 4 years ago. There was a night when all was quiet and all you could har were footsteps on the stairs, so i went outside my door to check it out but nothing was there.

so when night i was woken up from a scream from the attic, as i was getting closer i could hear it getting louder until it stopped, i heard blood being splashed around up there, and i saw it running down the walls. I went to see if my parents heard anything, i ran into their room and it was loudere than ever again, i mnaged to wake up my dad, i said that there was someone in the house and he said yes thats right its me. I saw my grandma she was covered in blood i tryed to run out of the room but i was trapped she had blocked me in then when i managed to get past she moved out of the way i ended up at the top of the stairs. i turned around, staring at her not knowing what the hell to do but she did. She decided to push me down the stairs.

when i woke up from my comber in the hospital i said what happened and they just said there hadn't been aany sign of movement from a ghost and it was a figment of my imagination. Later that year i went back to revisit the state it had been left in because no-one wanted to live in the house. It was black then a light came over me and my 5 friends we stood still thinking it was someone in their car just utside. but no it was my gran comming back to cause more trouble. In the end me and my friends wre split up and i didn't know what happened to them after that but i think they were slaughtered. Thats when i moved to Gloucester in 1997.