this story is true i swear! One night at my great aunt heilda's house, the bedroom that I was sleeping in light wouldn't turn on so I went to tell my mom. When we came back up the lights were all on and my mom said I was lying and she went back down stairs to sleep. When I turned around I saw something slide under the bed that looked like feet. I screamed but nobody seemed to hear so I said told myself I was just halusanating so I went to bed. That night I woke up right when the clock struck four. So I sat up and rub my eyes and saw a shadow in the mirror I gasped but no one heard. I LAYED BACK DOWN BUT AS i WAS CLOSING MY EYES I saw something slide across my celing. I jumped out of bed but something touched my ankel. I just kept on running. I ran down to tell my mom what I saw, but there was something laying down beside her staring up at me grinning. I screamed to her and she awoke only to find nothing beside her.

She laughed and said I was just dreaming and that there was no such thing as ghosts, and that I should go back to bed. So I went back upstairs to sleep and it started to thunder. But one big lightning stroke made my eyes open and a second one came and I saw a figure standing over me, there was blood all over my hand. But then the figure vanished, I ran out of the house for a second. But then I realized I was being stupid. I ran back in and went to sleep with my mom. I awoke the next morning feeling fine, but I saw blood all over my hand. The end