iliketosmoke
10-03-2004, 06:11 PM
hi everybody!! this is to get in the halloween spirit this is a true story that happened to me and it gives me the chills every time i tell it even though it happened 14 years ago............................................... .................................................. ..............i was 9 years old and we lived in a quiet neigborhood in jackson michigan acctually the address wasa 136 amos st. well i was going to bed,i fell asleep and then i woke up suddenly,i always left my door open when i slept and the top of the staircase was right outside my door ,anyways i woke up and i looked over towards the door and i seen a face looking at me from the staircase like somebody was standing on the stairs looking at me ,like they were 4 0r 5 steps downb from the top so all i seen was a dark face,well i thought maybe it was my step dad or somthing yet i was to affraid to say anything so i just turned around in bed and fell back asleep,well i woke up again and felt terrified so i looked and the person was in the same exact spot still looking at me.and it never moved and never made a sound,so again i turned around and tried to go back to sleep,well i started to have some pretty weird dreams i cant really remember the dreams to well but i do remember that in the dreams i was aware of the person in the staircase and i wanted that person gone..well i kept waking up all night and every time i did i was facing the staircase and the face was always there just starring at me i knew it wasnt my dad and i was really freaked out i just wanted it gone i must say it had to of been the most terrifying night in my life.the person never said a word or moved all night..well i woke up the next morning after a hard night of being scared and the person was gone,and there was nothing by the stairs that could of made me think i seen a face.after school i told my neigbor about it and he said nothing about my story,it was quite strange almost like he didnt hear me,i told my mom and she just straight up told me to shut up and quit making up stories i was real confused.we were new to the neiborhood and already i didnt like it..so we moved a couple years later i never seen the face again after that night .i stayed friends with a kid that lived accross the street and one day 5 years after we moved from the house,i rode my bike to the old neiborhood to see my friend .well we were having dinner and for some reason we were all telling ghost stories so i told the story about the face.and after i finished the story myu friends mom looked real scared and shocked so i was like whats the big deal it really happened ,i thought they thought i was lying..well she then told me a story of a married black couple that lived there a year or so before me and my parents moved in. well one night i guess the couple was fighting about somthing and the husband shot and killed his wife on the stairs that go up to my room.i was really shocked to hear that news ..so when i got home i asked my mom why she didnt tell me and she said because i was freaking her out because before we moved in the landlord told my parents that somebody was murdred in the house before we lived ther..now is that some freaky shit or what.