Campfire Ghost Stories - Aunt Joanne's House
Well, a few months ago, I was befronted by something quite...strange. This is how it sarted.
I was kind of asleep in my bed. I was on the verge of falling asleep when I began to hear strange noises. It sounded like my door opening. I opened my eyes and looked at my door. It was completely shut. The lock was still on and everything.
There weren't any animals in my room (I have about 9 animals) but I checked to make sure and there weren't. The fan wasn't on and my sister wasn't home. So I was alone in my room, or at least I thought. I turned on my lamp and looked around the room. That's when I began to hear the footsteps. My floor creaks and it is very loud.
I looked around the room thinking "What the ??"
So I decided that my mind was playing tricks on me, turned off the light and laid back down. Once again when I was about to fall asleep, I felt the clips in my hair coming out. I snapped my eyes open and looked straight at the bobby-pins getting pulled straight out of my bangs.
I then heard a soft "Good-night honey" and I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs.
The next morning I had found out that my house used to belong to my Great-aunt Joanne's house.
And she had died a few years back - in the house.