Yes. It's true. There is a ghost in our house. Or was. It all started a week and a half ago. I got home from babysitting and was the only one home. I went to use the bathroom upstairs and I heard foot steps in the hallway. They were so real I thought my mom must have been home but I didn't know it.
She wasn't home.
I stayed downstairs until my mom actually did come home and told her what I had heard. She had heard the same thing a few days before. Same footsteps. Same hallway. No one was walking in that hallway. No one we could see, anyway.
That night I went to sleep, putting the footsteps out of my mind. Until midnight, when I woke up hearing two knocks on my bedroom door. I froze. I didn't know what to do because I knew both my parents were asleep. I barely slept the rest of the night.
A few days went by and I hadn't heard anything strange so I convinced myself that what I heard really wasn't someone (or something) knocking on my bedroom door. That is, until I talked to my dad last night. We had told him what we had heard but he was pretty skeptical, not believing in spirits or ghosts or anything of that nature. His mind changed two nights ago at 4:45 a.m. He was in bed, awake, and distinctly heard two knocks on his bedroom door. The door was ajar, so he could see no one was there. But he said if the door was closed, he was so positive that someone was knocking on his door that he would have gotten up to open it and check.
So there you have it. Even the non-believer in our house thinks something is there.
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