Life In A Haunted House
my room, witch apperently wont be mine by the end of today, is being haunted by a ghost. im to scared to talk to him even though i really want to. my parents dont belive me, of corse. iv seen him 3 times. once outside my window, once next to my face, and once in frount of my face to the point where i could bairly see; but iv only seen him in a black silouet. he’s talked to me once, all he said was “hello” and then i ran out of the room screaming. i slept out in the liveing room that night and the next day i found blood on my bed that i was posotive wasnt there the night before in a line as if warning me not to go any further into that room. one night me and justice were meditating in that room and she felt something zoom around her head and we both felt cold breezes on our faces (windows closed, vents shut). i always here eary noises before sighting and sutch as if he’s climbing threw the walls or something. i rebuked him last night, i think, we will see soon enough. im sick of being scared. if he’s still there imma talk to him and see what he wants or has to say.
