We were in West Virginia last night seeing my great grandparents. They live in this butt old house! When my dad was a boy he went there a lot. One night my great great grandpa died. He lived in the same house with my great grandparents. So here is where the freaky stuff starts. Dad was a boy when g.g.grandpa died. My dad had to sleep in his bed,the bed he died in. When my dad slept in there all kinds of stuff happened. The bed got scooted from the wall and the sheets were pulled over his face. Once he even saw g.g.grandpa in the kitchen. Well of course daddy grows up and it all stops ...right? wrong! When we stayed there my dad and sister stayed up stairs and slept in the dame bed he died in(gross) I stayed down stair. The whole night I was uneasy. I could not sleep. I thought I saw red baloons floating every where and I could hear people wispering. I put on my head phones to cut out the noise. After that I slept good. That morning my dad was awaked early to hear my sister screaming, "I can't breathe!" He ran to her andtold her to take big breathes. So she did. Whenshe was finally sober she told him that someone was grabbing her throat! That was so scary. Do you think it was him? Or possibly incubus? My grandmother did say g.g.grandpa was a preatty mean person. How it changed my life:Well it made me more afraid of that house and that bed. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click hereScroll all the way down to read replies.Show all stories by Author: 40979 ( Click here )
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