I never believed in ghosts until we rented our first house. I had just had my third baby. My hubby was on his computer sitting next to me. I was on the rocking chair with the newborn. My 2 toddlers were fast asleep in their rooms with doors closed. All of a sudden a batman action figure hits my hubby in the head. He was so mad thinking it was one of the toddlers. Except when we go to their rooms the door is closed and they are fast asleep. I told my family about it and they said to drop it. No one believed me. I blew it off until we would wake up in the middle of the night to all the lights being on in the house. We would shut them off and an hour later back on. All the books in the book shelf would be on the floor. We poured flour all over the vinyl part of the house to see tracks. Never saw the tracks, but my husband used to wake me up to hear them walking. It sounded like feet shuffling or running in the hall. We ended up breaking our lease and paying up the nose, but I couldn't stand it any more!! I came to find from a neighbor that 2 children died in the house. The dad killed the family. I think he tried killing himself, but wasn't as thorough. It was so scary to live in that house. I hated every minute of it and I never got any sleep. After the batman incident we all slept in the same room. Boy was I ever glad to get out of there. |