Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-24694044-20140321201817/@comment-6548012-20150523171332

Hellhound iscariot666 wrote: Perhaps, your house had a child that died there.

I once opened the door for a man, who we pretty much called the ambulance due to him having so much blood on him. It was really stupid of me to open the door. I once crashed my bike into a parked car and when I was in third grade; I got kicked down a hill.

FrenchTouch wrote: Oh, I've got creepypasta material, maybe!

So, my house had burned down. Not exactly though, we managed to stop the fire from spreading too much, and before it could be a huge issue (I live in a forest as said previously, so one little fire can mean catastrophe and mass destruction). But on windows, there was the trace of child hands. Some members of my family thought they had heard child laughters after the incident - the youngest members even claimed they saw a child in the blink of an eye. Though, nobody's ever seen it, heard it or felt it ever again after a while. My family had built this house, actually, 41 years ago.

Crashing your bike in a car isn't really that creepy, it's at least, funny, at most painful. And I can't relate to being kicked down a hill, because I live on a hill, and I loved to jump down as a kid. :)