My Dad’s Haunted House

November 8th, 2007

I used to live in a house, a very large house. Then my mum and dad split up and unfortunately me, my mum and my younger brothers moved out. My dad decorated it and we go there to stay every other Saturday.

My dad asked us (me and my mate Kate) to go and do the curtains every other day because he lives in London so we did, but every time we go we hear bangs and we see shadows going across the window and it looked like a ghost of a young boy.

We never believed it at first but we went on the 28th of August 2007 and we saw it again, but this time from the outside. We kept thinking that we are seeing things or that it is a trick of the light, but now we definitely think that maybe there is something there.

We never go up to the third floor anymore. My dad locked it, but keeps the key in the door so if we need to go up we can, but that’s where we hear the noises so we go up to see if it is a bird or something, but we never find a bird or anything it is just clear. How do we no if its a ghost or not?

Written by Vicki Smethurst

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