high school is weird enough to begin with. but its weirder if theres a ghost in your house.

out of all the stories ive told, this is the only one that actually happened to me.

i lived in this awesome little house with my mom and brother. it was a two family house and we shared the house with a family who had the second floor and the attic. we had the first floor, and the basement. well we kinda shared the basement with the people upstairs. again, im gonna change these peoples names. the first ghost story i wrote about on this blog has to do with the family we shared this house with. when my mom saw the ghost baby, we had lived right next door to the same family. they were your average lower middle class unit, mom, dad, 2 boys. the mom, stacy, and dad, steve, had been married for years and there marriage was deteriorating. the two boys, stephen, 18, and john, 15 were obviously affected by the trauma in there home. my brother bill and i were childhood friends with stephen and john, and it was kinda cool to live with these people again. my brother and stephen would play in the dirt with trucks and shit back when they were mad little. so back in like, 2002, when we started smoking pot, it was cool to hang with them all the time.

being retarded teenagers, my brother and i would mess around with ouija boards all the time. it was something we would do pretty much every single time we had sleepovers. of course thats not what we called it when we had friends over back then. anyways, we never used it to summon demons, or anything like that. we spoke to lost loved ones. our friends spoke to lost loved ones.

but this story isnt about ouija boards.

stephen was younger than my brother, but older than me. john was the youngest out of all of us. stephen was the kinda guy that you didnt really want to introduce to your other friends. he wore dirty wifebeaters and shitty baggy jeans all the time. he drove a maroon fiero, the kind of car that explodes if its rear ended. he would rev the engine in our backyard while listening to icp. but i guess thats why my brother and him got along.

stephen, my brother bill and i would always wind up hanging out on weeknights. we would be in the basement. in my brothers room, playing killer instinct on super nintendo. stephen kept telling us these stories. he said he was up in the attic, his room, which he shared with his brother, listening to his headphones. he said he felt pennies or change hitting him in the leg while he was laying down on his bed. he thought it was john so he told him to cut that shit out right quick. when he looked up john wasnt there.
he told us about coming home and finding pennies spread out all over his floor.

we just thought he was on drugs.

this one particular weekday, the whole household unit had made efforts to fancy up our house. the boys had done yard work, while my momther and i did laundry, mopped, and generally tidied up. maybe it was considered spring cleaning. the place didnt look too bad after we were done.

later on that night, bill, stephen and i were down in the basement playing killer instinct. we were all pretty tired from kicking ass all day. stephen and bill decided it was a good time to watch a girls gone wild dvd up in stephens room. i will never understand why boys like to watch porn together, if you can consider girls gone wild porn. so needless to say, i was going to be no part of that.
i grabbed my last load of laundry out of the dryer and made my way up to my room. when i walked into my room, i noticed a huge splash of water in the middle of my floor. it made no sense. there were no glasses or bottles or anything that couldve made the splash. i told stephen to go upstairs to check if anything was leaking. i told my brother to see if anything exploded in the basement. living in an old house, you kind of expect these things to happen from time to time. we couldnt find the source of the water. we stood there for a minute, staring at this splash. for some reason, i started to freak out. i felt uneasy. i was scared of this water.

naturally i woke up my mom. i showed her this splash, we were all in my room checking it out, still had no explaination. at this point we were all wide awake, so we were going to go into the living room to smoke a cigarette, and part ways. as we walked out of my room into the kitchen, continuing into the living room, this little stone dog figurine on a shelf flew the fuck off of it. it flew off, hit the stove, made a huge noise, and went under the refrigerator. at first we thought we had hit the shelf as we walked by. there was no way this little dog would fly off the shelf with that much force. we stomped the ground, and tested everything to recreate it. we couldnt explain it.


nothing happened for weeks.





stacey and steve divorced. stephen got into a couple new drugs and john immersed himself in schoolwork.

it was a typical weeknight. my brother and i had just cleaned up the basement/his room. we shared a beer and left it on his coffee table. stephen came down and we lost ourselves in a bong and video games. i started to here some strange noises. it sounded like a coffee cup hitting the cement floor. or something heavy and glass falling. then i started to hear the sound of like, a lightbulb hitting the cement floor. the sounds continued, and i told my brother to go check it out to make sure our cats werent fucking up our neighbors christmas shit. no cats. the sounds started to scare the shit out of me. we needed to get out of the basement immediatley. we ran up the stairs, and as we were, my brother pushed me. i was like "what the fuck bill?" he just told me to run.

we got up into the living room/my moms room and woke her up. i asked my brother why he pushed me. he said that when he was running, something flew across the basement and hit him in the leg. it was just a small piece of cement, but the strange thing about it was it landed in his hand as he was running.

my brother was freaked out. he wanted to leave the house. my mom told him that we needed to take a stand, and not let whatever was causing these occurances to happen run us out of our house. he didnt care. the problem with bill leaving the house is he needed to get his work clothes for the next day. they were in the dryer. in the basement.

stephen and bill went down there, while my mother and i chain smoked in the living room. this was the kind of house where you could hear everything going on everywhere in the house. we could hear them talking.
my brother is not the type to scare easily. moments after they went downstairs, we heard a crash, and my brother and stephen ran up the stairs and straight out of the house.
my brother told me that as he took his clothes out of the washer, he looked over his shoulder, and saw something strange. a beer bottle came through the ceiling. it fell down towards the floor, stopped at about his head height, and spun around. the bottle then crashed to the floor.

i slept in my moms bed that night. i was 18.

the next day, we went down to the basement to try and find anything glass that had broken. to maybe try to explain the sounds we heard. we found a couple of broken lightbulbs. but they were in strange places. in the darkest corners of the basement. underneath boxes and boards. it didnt make sense. we did find the beer bottle. it was right on the floor where my brother said it fell. but there was no beer bottle on his coffee table.

nothing else happened from there. since then, the house has been a computer store, and then back to a single family home.

stephens family fell apart.

this year, stephen got hit by a plow truck and is in a coma.