It all began back in 1982, when I was 12 years old. My family had just moved into my grandmother's house, known for being a "strange place". The first year was uneventful, but then my mom and aunt decided to dabble in witchcraft. Big mistake! Knickknacks and candles would sometimes float from their shelves; another time I was in the bathroom and something punched the shower curtain with such force that it was knocked out of the tub. I screamed for my mom. She ran up and blew it off as one of the cats, or maybe a window that was left open. This was only the beginning. Things got much worse. Like the time my brother and I were chased down the hallway by a dark shadow, or the sightings of black figures zipping through rooms. We would hear things in our closets being tossed about, though when we'd look inside nothing seemed out of place. The house became very cold. At times, my younger brother would be found sitting in front of the hallway mirror talking to himself. When we'd ask him who he was talking to, he'd seem confused and would have no recollection of anything. Finally, we moved out of that house, but the spirits or whatever it was remained. My aunt and uncle moved in next, so I know for a fact that things didn't get better in the house, they got much worse.

Carrie, IL