True Ghost Tales

Bedroom Thing

I was just visitingwhile looking for information. I'd like to submit a story of mineand my friends experience. I havn't sent this to any otherwebsite, and it hasn't been submitted to anything else besidesyour page.

My friend and her brothers were staying the weekend at my house.Our brothers play competition hockey together and had a gameearly the next morning. Us being teenage girls, like to sleeplate. My parents decided to leave us to sleep while they went tothe game early the next morning. They told us the plan the nightbefore.

I was sound asleep when my friend woke me up. She shook myshoulder, and whispered "Jen, Jen wake up, there's someonein the house. Wake up." Me being the lazy and sound sleeperI am just told her that it was probably my parents and fell backasleep. She finally shoved me to totally wake me up. "Jen,listen," she whispered. I sat there, still groggy from sleepand listened.

"BAM, BAM, BAM." Someone was definately stomping up thestairs and hitting the walls as the came. I wondered who it was,when all of a suddin it stopped. Whatever it was turned arround afew times in the hall as if deciding on where to go.

"Who is it?" Corri, my friend, whispered. I hadn't aclue and just shook my head scared to death. Then, as if whateverit was decided what it was going to do, it took a long jumpalmost all the way down the hall landing almost direclty in frontof the closed door. Corri jumped from her trundle bed to my daybed landing on me. Quickly she joined me shaking under the covers.Whatever it was was alot bigger than a person, or heavier atleast. We heard heavy breathing outside the door.

I hoped that if it was a person, which by then I knew it wasn't,I grabbed my remote controll to my stereo hopeing to scare it offwith some music maybe. The second I grabbed the remote the doorhandle shook as if it were locked and someone angerily wanted in.The door didn't have a lock on it at all. I dropped the remoteand frantically tried to grab it. Just as I did the door flungopen, hitting the wall leaving a ring where the door handle hitit. I didn't move from my position under the covers huddled upwith my friend. She was shaking and crying so quietly. There wasnothing there.

There was no form that we could see. Whatever it was stormed inknocking some papers off of the dresser, opened some drawers ofmarkers and pictures dumping them on the floor, and searched theunmade trundle bed where my friend was. Then stormed out the doorand disappeared. No more sounds or noises.

The room was a mess, but still we didn't move. I clicked on themusic about five minutes after it left, still under the blanketsnow crying myself. I uncovered my head and glanced nervouslyarround the room, it was gone. No trace of it. We stayed underthe covers for a half hour scared out of our witts. I didn't comeback. I bravely got out and looked arround the room. I quicklyglanced down the hall, with the lights on of course. No footprints or holes in the walls. Some very dark pencil marks randown the hall like some child had been running down the hall witha pencil marking on the wall. They were much too high for alittle child, and much too crooked for them to be donepurposfully. I left the room the way it was. We sat and gotdressed and sat talking about it for a long time. Then my parentsgot home.

We told them everything, both of us gave them exact stories, theystill just laughed and we got the blame for the mess and pencilmarks.

That's mine and my friends story. Hope you liked it. Its totallytrue. My friend and I will be the only ones that know and totallybelieve its reality. She doesn't like to talk about it. And Iconsulted her before sending this to you to make sure she hadn'tsubmitted it anywhere else either. Thanx.