My house was really freaky. i do not live there anymore but when i used to, i was always scared to death, and at one point i wouldn't go upstairs on my own.it all started a few weeks after i moved in, at night. i sleep on a bunk bed, and for some reason or other, i woke up at about 11 at night.the house was still, and then i relased i needed the loo. i got out of bed, but as i reached the toliet, i realised that i felt someone watching me, but no one was there. i went to the loo, and then back to bed, after a few minutes, i heard a shuffling comeing into my room, i froze, i was terrifed. then, i heard someone sit down on my couch at the bottom, and i just lay there a minute, to scared to yell or move. i finally plucked up the corage, and peered where my couch was but nothing was there. i told my mum in the morning, but i don't think she really believed me. and once when i was getting ready for school in the morning, i had my worst experience of all. as i was rooting through my socks for an equal pair, i saw a black figure out of the corner of my eye.it seemed like an old man, but he was shaped like a matchstick man, and as soon as i turned he disapperd. from then on i never would go upstairs on my own, until we moved out, and all my troubles where over, but i was wrong. i have a lot more tales to tell.