“We used to live in a really old house from about the late 1800s or mid 1900s. Remember that I don’t ordinarily put stock in spirits, however my sister does and claims to be keen and sees them regularly.
It began with simply hearing squeaks and strides, until one night at supper, my sister’s eyes went totally clear. She began crying and discussing how she could “see her” and “she was endeavoring to get in”. This cracked all of us out a bit, yet my sister is inclined to freezing so we figured it may very well be that. After this occasion, she couldn’t recollect that anything with the exception of the sentiment of unadulterated fear from that minute.
A couple of days after the fact, we heard a progression of accidents. My sister keeps every one of her dolls and knickknacks arranged on her windowsill, and something had thumped them all down in a domino-esque style while she’d been dozing. She rested on a bunk in my room from that point on, with the entryway shut, yet we’d hear hitting against the entryway from the opposite side frequently. At a certain point, we left the entryway open, and I woke up with something dozing by me. I thought it was my puppy until I gazed upward and nothing was there aside from a mark on the bed like somebody was setting down. I drove the thing off and the gouge left.
We had various individuals rest over and guarantee that a young lady had gotten in bed with them. Some of them even inquired as to whether one of us had rested in their bed. After this, we chose to inquire about our home, and it worked out that a young lady was severely executed by a man who used to live in our home in the mid 1900s. A couple of days before we moved out (for random reasons), I went up to my space to get my cases. I saw a peculiar shadow and I heard a voice as clear as my very own expression ‘it harms, make them leave, murder them’ and different things like that. I said it was alright and it was over now before running down the stairs.
Frightening ass Victorian houses. Damn.”