Im 13years old, my names elisha,
Ive had the worst upbringing and now lifes just got worst. Excluded from school, whenever i go to school im always in isolation or getting my self into shit! Im fostered by my grandparents, theyve tried to help me but i just do not listen.
I class my step dad as my dad, but sadly he passed away 5 months ago and now his mums passed away! If only life was perfect, anyway this isnt for me to complain about my life im going to tell a true story about when i was little..
When i was about 4 i lived in beeston with my mum, brothers and sister, oh how can i forget my real dad as well. It was a 3 story house and on the 3rd floor was 2 bedrooms. It was always cold, me and my sister shared one room and my mums mate had the other! One day she moved out and i begged my mum for my own room. I was only little and my mum new i wanted it so she agreed. That night i decided to sleep in the room, there was a single bed in the room and nothing of mine had been moved in. I loved it. That night i lay in bed, i started to drift off when i seen a man walk through the wall and stand in the corner of my bedroom. He was about 40, nice black pants on, purple shirt and shoes and i was gobsmacked. I dont know how i still remember this to this day, i was only young. I screamed for my mum she started to run up the stairs towards mine and my sisters bedroom, then the man disapeared. I told her what id seen and described it with detail. My baby sitter stacy came to lay with me and as she was abouts to leave the room she seen his laying on the end of my bedroom she screamed loud and my dad came running up. They thought it was a bad idea for me to stay in the bedroom, they tried getting me out when we heard my little sister talking. We went in and she said a man had taught her a song and she sang it to us, she was 2 at the time, we didnt think nothing of it. That house got out of hand, we could sit and watch tv and it would go off, the plugs will have been ragged out.
After that we moved to many places and i got fostered, i go to my mums house weekends when im not grounded and its pretty fun. I have a step sister and life at mums is brill, but before my dad passed away i was scared to even go upstairs by my self. I heard noises and seen people in my room. Then when he passed away i lay in bed and cry, now i dont. I lay in bed and i see people walk across my room when im alone, so i tend to have friends sleeping. I can sense when its my dad or my dads in the house, theres a strong smell of what he smelt like, my mum noticed this too.
Now my step sisters house is haunted, my nieces have a little girl in there room and they play with her. At the end of last year before christmas she went away to get married, she shut every window and my mum knows she did because you can see her house from ours. Then one day my mum noticed the bedroom window where my nieces bedroom is open. My mum phoned around asking if anyone had keys for her house, but they didnt, It was unusual and now i have the little girl in my room. She tends to sit on my rocking horse that belongs to my younger step sister, i get ready and when i look in the mirror i tend to see the man from when i was little behind me or the little girl. Some of my mates have seen this too, people think we just imagine it. But we dont.
Me and my mates tend to stay at mine all day and party or watch films, my mum nips out places and we hear noises and people walking around. Things moving uptairs..
Then one day we did a board to only have friendly spirits in the house, and ive never heard or seen anything again. Every now and again i just smell my step dad and step nana in the house, i feel safer than ever before in the house but lately wierd bangs on the door have been happening and on the window, but theres never anyone there. You could be stood next to the door and when its happening, open it but theres nothing there, i wonder why...
