Grace's Old House
When I was 14, we moved into our first house. We rented it from some friends of my sister's. Things began to happen after our first few months in the house. I believe my friends and I started this by making a Oujia board from some letters and numbers and two words. We thought it was a real thrill sitting on my back porch steps. We thought nothing came out of that until later that evening. My mom was calling my name asking me why I was crying, but I was sound asleep. She swore that she saw me sitting under the apple tree smoking and crying. Come to find out, the people we were renting from had a young daughter who gave birth, and two days after she came home, she had an asthma attack and died in what was my bedroom. That night was just the beginning of many strange happenings: hearing footsteps run down the stairs and out the door; someone cooking food in the furnace; clothes disappearing one night and reappearing the next day in the cellar.
One night, a friend stayed overnight, and in the middle of the night, she heard noises. When she went to my room to wake me, she could not find a doorknob, and I did not hear her banging.
I lived in the house for 12 years, and something was always going on. The house still stands, although they have remolded the outside. I wonder if Kim (the girl that died) still lives there. She liked to cook and wear our clothes, when we lived there.