User:Niallerls

I still remember the day it all happened. 4 huge guys in black suits came into my house carrying out a casket. My grandmother was crying whilst I had no clue what was happening. Turns out my great-grandmother had past. I was only 6 and had no clue. At her funeral she had on this beautiful pearl necklace. Thats all I remembered. But life continued and it was never the same.

Now fast forward a few years when I was 12. My dad met a girl and we all moved to a big house. It was great for the first 2 years until I noticed some strange things happening. It was a great day out and we were cooking outside, I grabbed my shoes and started walking through the house to the backyard when I noticed in a different room a rocking chair with a stool. From where I was I could only see the stool and a pair of long skinny legs, I guessed it was my brother hence he is very tall and skinny. Then long skinny fingers came into view, they gently pushed against the stool and it moved back and forth. I walked into the room for reasons I dont even know to see no one sitting there, finger imprints against the stool and it moving back and forth. I was very confused at this point. I told my dad but he only laughed a me.

I went back inside to grab some games from the garage when I saw a long skinny tall black figure looking at me, I only saw it for a few seconds but long enough to know it was not human. It soon started running around the corner. My first instinct was to follow it. So I ran around the corner only to find it had disappeared.

A couple days after I had a friend over, we were home alone eating some food. When we heard a loud noise as if it was a door shutting. We looked at each other and ran, grabbing a butcher knife in case and left the house. We were both so confused so we went to a friends house and stayed there for awhile till my dad got home, my room was a mess as if someone had been looking for something. We called the cops and they said it was probably a break-in, but they heard us and left. But there was no sign of entery.

About a week later I was visiting my mother and told her about what had happened. She told me it was probably my Great-Grandmother. Hence the tall skinny figure. I never believed it till I found her old pearls necklace in my room. No one knows how it got there.

I still even know how it always ends up on the rocking chair downstairs.