I knew when I got this house it had a weird feeling. It was cheap and the owners wanted to sell it quick. It was a great house. It had 2 bathrooms, 3 bedrooms, a big kitchen and living room. Every night I felt like something was in my room. But what? Well I didn’t know till last night.
I woke up in the middle of the night around 1 and saw a figure. The figure looked like it was hiding behind my door. My door to my bedroom was wide open. I always shut it. I went to turn the light on but as I got up, the figure it closed the door and I moved to the light switch. I sat there staring at it. What was it? Was it my imagination or real? I don’t live with anyone. I live in a gated community. I grabbed my phone and shined the light at the figure.
When I shined the light at it the was the last time I saw the figure. I haven’t told anyone what I saw until now. I saw my dead brother. Who died 15 years ago at the exact same time I woke up. When I shined the light he came running I ran toward the door and turned on the light. I will never forget that. My parents said he died of cancer but when I turned the light on I saw a knife going through his chest with blood dripping out. I ran start out of the house. I never came back. I asked the owners and they said they saw lost loved ones to.
Today the house doesn’t remain it was burned down with a family inside last year. I’m sorry I did that but I had to.