About ten years ago, in my old house I discovered that a restless soul was residing in my home. I was about 13 I think and I was
getting ready to go to sleep. I turned out my overhead light and stumbled over to my bedside table to turn on the light there. I
switched it on and it sparked on and turned back off, actually it had gone dead but I had found that out later. I spoke out loud
and said, "Aww man, now I gotta find the light switch!" Suddenly an eerie voice said, "Don't you move an inch." It was more like a
whisper but it was audible. The light went on and just to prove that it was not a surge the switch was up and my door was unlocked
although it had been locked before. I ran downstairs and told my parents about what happened. My dad was a big skeptic but I think
this encounter softened him to that idea.
I had had another encounter about two years later with the same ghost. It was Christmas night and I was getting ready to go to
bed again. My old room was connected to the laundry room which had a window that faced the site of a house fire. The house had
been completely destroyed. So, as I was getting ready for bed and I turned out the light and settled in the light in the
laundry room turned on and a scratching sound could be heard. I told my parents about the noise and my dad bravely opened the door.
Despite my fear there was nothing in the room. As I fell asleep I kept thinking about it. I'm not sure if it was a dream or not
but I was woken by a small boy playing with the car I had gotten that day. The laundry door was open and so was the window inside.
The boy was wearing charred pajamas and he was badly burned. He looked up at me and slowly disappeared.
