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June 1, 2012
Get Out of My RoomRate this encounter:[an error occurred while processing this directive]
Julie -- Lennox, South Dakota -- 2011
When I was twenty one years old, my new husband's family offered to sell us a house that had been in his family for generations at an incredibly cheap price. They had a difficult time keeping it rented and did not want to hassle with it anymore. We jumped at the opportunity and moved in almost immediately. It was only a matter of hours before strange things began to happen. It did not take me long to decide there was something or someone else other than us in that house.
Almost every night we would hear something coming up the staircase. The steps were old so you could hear every creak. Nick, my husband, would jump up out of bed whenever he heard it to go make sure that someone hadn't broken in. It would always end the same -- no one was there.
The ghost appeared to get braver as time went on. We could hear the steps eventually come down the hall; hey were getting a little closer to our bedroom door with each visit.
Finally, the night came that we had both been dreading. Nick was sound asleep, exhausted from working hours of overtime. I heard the steps dare to pass the doorway of our bedroom and then, I heard steps enter our room.
I felt slightly aware of something or someone approach the side of the bed I had my back turned to, but I was afraid to look. I just kept my face in Nick's chest and closed my eyes tightly. I felt as though there was someone right behind me, right behind my head just staring at me. I knew one thing for sure; I was not going to turn around to check. I just want