I’m telling this story because I’m worried that my house may be haunted. This story took place back in 8th Grade in a house that was built in the 1850s. It was about 8:00 p.m. and I was getting ready for bed. My mother runs a daycare, so at the time one of the daycare kids was sleeping in my room with me because he was an overnighter.
So we went to bed around 9:00 p.m. and, of course, I couldn’t fall asleep and neither could the kid. So we stayed up until midnight telling stories and talking until at exactly midnight we heard a really loud kicking sound that sounded like it was coming from my closet. It sounded like heavy boots were kicking my wall, and it repeated itself at least 10-15 times.
Once this happened, we both (me and my guest) covered our heads with our blankets and eventually fell asleep.
The next morning, we had school. When I got up, I started to make my bed and then I remembered what happened and I said to my guest, “Did you hear that kicking last night?” and he said yes he did. This was just a one-time thing.
We go camping every weekend over the summers and when we would come home I would feel like a presence was watching our every move. It was a scary feeling, but it eventually went away after months of feeling this way. Now once in awhile I’ll go to bed and feel like someone or something is tickling my feet. But nothing major has happened in my house since 8th Grade
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