The least family named the spirit that had been living in their house. Was
that a mistake? In this story, we made a special house guest,
Harold. My name is Edwin. Here's a true scary story. So we
lived in as a ribbon area where there were houses next to our houses,
and it all just started building on top of crop land, one after another
after another. And my parents was one of the first houses on this block,
so it was just crop land before they started to build here. And
we don't know if our ghosts that started haunting this house was just died on
this land or he just found his way into our home making himself comfortable.
And my family at the time, there was only five of us here.
At the moment, there's only four of us, and if you count our
two dogs now it's six of us. But my mother was reading and in
between a line of her reading, she heard a knock close to the door,
but the door was opened. So normally the role in our house is
we'd have to knock on the door or knock on the wall next to the
door. Her knowing the role of the house, she told whoever it was
to come in. A few seconds later, nobody came in. She had
forgotten about it, but she heard a knock again, and she was more
strict this time, telling whoever it was to come in, because whenever we
have nightmares, we'd normally knock on her door to let us in so we'd
sleep with her. But when she got up to sea being agitated, she
saw nobody there. Now this wasn't her first encounter with Harold, but this
was the one she told us like for the first time in forever. She's
told us so many before, when my oldest brother was like little and only
in middle school, and my sister and my third oldest brother were just like
babies, and it really freaked her out bringing back those memories of when the
first real encounter she had with our ghost named Harold. I started thinking that
our ghost Harold was more active in my room because when we were young,
me and my sister used to share this room and we'd always be afraid of
our closet. We would never sleep with it open. We had a dead
bolt on it. We were afraid of the closet, and we had a
dead bill on our closet door because my parents never wanted us going through it
in the middle of the night to get anything. And the more we started
getting older, the more we started using it so that we wouldn't have to
sleep at the door open, and that we'd feel more safe with the closed.
The first really big encounter was with my brother because he could see our
ghosts. My uncle told my mom that he had lost his touch just to
feel anything about people and to feel any ghosts nearby because of the incident that
happened with my brother when he got too close to a garbage bin full of
glass that broke and it tipped over. But all of a sudden, the
carvers can just like completely slid it to the other side of the room without
anybody touching it. And when they had asked my brother, do you know
who did that? Did anybody do that? He's like, yeah, he
did that, and just completely pointed to a ball of air. My mom
was upstairs doing work and doing the dishes and going up and downstairs to make
sure everything gets done for when my two brothers were at school, and when
she had gone downstairs she had heard talking. She thought maybe my dad had
left the radio on in the garage on because he'd sometimes use it as an
alarm to wake them up to get ready for work. But when she had
gone in the garage, the radio wasn't on, So then she started thinking,
where is they coming from? And as she went back into the house
and she crossed the basement door, she heard the talking coming down from there,
and then she started thinking, oh, maybe the boys left their radio
on, as the alarm was just like the natural radio and we used to
have that alarm too, but we had gotten rid of it and it just
beworre to play the music on radio stations and everything like that. So she
thought maybe a radio station is on and they just forgot to turn it off.
So she had opened the basement door. She looked down there and started
listening and realizing that it wasn't a radio station or it wasn't music. It
was like two people having a conversation. She was listening in on it,
and she said like hello. She had grabbed a knife at that point because
this wasn't anything that could produce music or a radio station. It was two
people in her house that she didn't know how they even gotten in, and
she said hello. When she was waiting for a response, everything just like
went quiet downstairs. And when she was like waiting and becoming more scared,
of what would happen, Like she felt like something close to her brush up
against her, like a shock of wind like blowed past her, and she
just like slammed the door and locked it. And when she had ran upstairs
to go see if my brother was all right, she had gotten up the
stairs and was just like sitting there, and when she had turned, a
piece of her hair was just like lifting up completely. It wasn't like wind,
just like blowing past her, and then like it lift up. It
was like one piece of hair was just being held up by something. And
when she was looking for my brother, my brother came out of his room
and said it's okay. He said, he says, don't be afraid.
And my mom was like, who said that? He had said that the
guy, And my mom was just so scared to the point she grabbed my
sister and my brother and took him out for a car ride for the rest
of the day. And she had called my dad hysterically saying, I'm not
going in that house. Something happened when I went downstairs, and I went
back upstairs and Riley said he saw something and I'm not going in that house.
And my dad was trying to calm me down, and when school had
gotten out for my siblings, she had to get them, and then she
went back to the house, but she didn't let him go downstairs in the
basement, and she just waited for my dad to get home. My dad
said, maybe maybe the alarm's batteries ran out the moment you said hello,
or it was just maybe you left the TV on, and he tried making
so many excuses for it, when my mom was just like, no,
it couldn't have been that. It was so distinctive to voices talking to each
other, it could not have been a radio in her alarm going off.
My mom has always asked me because I've had little encounters of him still,
like pushing around things in my room when I'm upstairs or we're downstairs, and
my Mom's like, you know, if he ever bothers you to the point
where you're like done with it and you want them out, we could always
get incense and like try and do something about it. It's not to a
point where he's like scratching on my back every night and leaving claw marks through
my back, or like bruises, or throwing stuff rapidly across the room.
It's not that bad to the point where you want to get rid of him,
but it's a little bit bad to the point where it might make you
like jump every once in a while. When we had first gotten Sophie,
she wasn't really allowed upstairs so that she could be used to the house and
that she wouldn't have any accidents. But the more we started letting her sleep
with us and going into our rooms upstairs, the more she started to become
attached to my parents closet. And one day we were looking for her and
my mom was upstairs, like doing the laundry. When she went into her
room, she found Sophie just like completely looking at the corner of their closet
that had hangers and like a dress covering it, and she was just looking
at it. And when my mom started calling her, she like completely only
turned her head around, looked at my mom, and then like looked back
at it, and she like start barking scratching at that corner of the closet.
It'd be like something was there, And that freaked my mom out to
where she like dragged her out of there and close her room door and everything
and just stay out of there. Maybe he's just like migrated to a different
part of the house, but they just don't see him there. My dog
was not the only one who started doing this. It was my other dog
too. The more she started coming upstairs, she'd do the exact same routine
that Sophia had done, where she'd look at the corner of the room,
start barking at it and then scratching or else. Like she completely just sit
there until like somebody got her attention to come downstairs. My dad just like
started making up random names for it, because we didn't know if it was
a girl or a guy, or like any kind of bad spirit in the
house. And my dad just like came up with the name Harold, and
my mom had told him, you know, it's not good to name spirits
or ghosts because they'll start to get more attached to this house or families.
Sometimes when I go downstairs late a night to fill up my water or else
to take something I forgot upstairs, I feel like I see something in like
the corners of our living room, but I just know that's always like shadows
playing with me or else. When I look into like my sister's room,
which is now downstairs in the basement, I always feel like something's looking at
me through the cracked open basement door because she leaves it open so that air
will get down there. And I always just feel like something's watching me when
I pass by it, or else when I just go downstairs and like peep
down the staircase, I just feel like something's right around the corner and it's
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