The ghost in my houses

by Sara Burd
(Port Colborne, Ontario Canada )

I was very young. I lived in a house. The address was *** ***** street. I was woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of foot steps in my room. I woke up and looked around. What i saw freaked me out beyond words. I saw clearly a man, in a jacket with a cowboy hat on walking around. He walked by the window and i could see right through him. I was scared and i hid underneath the blankets. Looking back at it it was pointless to hide under the covers. Hows that gonna protect me?. In the same house it was late at night i was watching the tv my parents put in my room. When it suddenly turned off. I heard a man laughing. (just like a chuckle) I went into the living room and sat by my dad. The same night i woke up and i felt something with weight sit on my bed, because it drooped as though someone sat down. I ran and slept with my parents. I told them about it the next day and my dad seemed troubled with it. I didn't think much of it. Then i remembered the cowboy hat and my dad got his fathers cowboy hat when he died. (his father drowned on lake Erie).

moving on a couple years. We moved to a new small house. 228 Fares street. I had the back room. I would hear the rocks moving as though someone was walking on them. One night i was sleeping and woke up and i felt as though i was in a box. The hallway light was always on. And i couldn't see the hallway light. I couldn't move and if i tried to sit up id hit my head on something (i didn't have a bunk ned or anything it was a single bed) both sides of me would be cut off (like the feeling of a box. I couldn't move one way or the other) i was frightened so i screamed. My mom came in and turned the light on. Right as soon as the light turned on it was as though a box went away. My arms went right out i could stretch my arms all the way to my side. And i could see the hallway light. I started sleeping with the light on after that. Then the last bit of activity i had in that house was i woke up with two scratches. One on my arm and one on my neck. They all had three scratches which made my dad angry and peeved off.

now i am 16 years old going on 17 on November 20. And i haven't had any bad experiences. I've had small little experiences ex. Voices,footsteps,laughing, but i haven't had anything,try to touch me or hurt me. I'm from a little town called Port Colborne, Ontario, Canada. Its a very weird town to be honest. We have a theatre that is supposedly haunted by many ghosts.


~Sara~