Ok. So for all you people out there who are reading this, well this is basically about my life and being interrupted by ghosts all the time that come to see me everyday, etc family member that had past away.
So enjoy! (:
It all started when I was 7 years old.. we moved into a new house that was just recently made. I didn't think that my house was haunted because it was just built, I realised it wasn't the house.. it was our ancestors.. well my mums or dad. One of them.
A day before my birthday my dads best friend past away.. I'd call him "uncle Sergio" just for respect. he was the best, I loved him lots. Well.. Later that night, I was sleeping with my parents, I was at the end of the bed, near the closet. I woke up at about 3am or some time around that. And I looked upwards.. And I saw my uncle sergio holding a purple birthday present, he was wearing his black shaded glasses, and his black leather jacket. I screamed for quite a while, I was very terrified.. and scared. I couldn't believe my eyes, I was shouting at my mum telling her that it was him. She just told me it was only a dream.. days after that she found out that my father had also seen him around our house. She was shocked. That was the first time I've seen a ghost.
But, a week or so after that, I saw different ghosts, I couldn't really make out who it was.. but there was black ones and other colours, I'd drop my plate whenever I saw them. It wasn't good.
I would always ask my dad why they would come to me. "Why? Why daddy?" He would just say that they're good ghosts and they won't harm us. I wasn't sure. But yeah they never did.
I stopped seeing ghosts for about 3 years. When I moved into a small town 4 Hours away from where I was born, I started to see them again. When I was 10 I started to see them again. We moved in with my auntie emma and stayed at her house for a year. I when to school, I was in year4 I think. My auntie's husband died in 2007 . I saw him a lot in her house. Since I never had my own room at my aunts.. I slept with my mum, in a queen sized bed. Quite squishy. I really didn't know what it was, but I woke up at midnight, and saw a figure.. It was him, my brain was telling me it was him. Then he faded away. I was shaking.. I woke up my mum. I told her what happen but she just ignored me and went back to sleep.
After a year, we moved out and found our own house, it was just around the corner from cenomy aunties. Haha, it was heaps cool. Every weekend I'd just walk to my aunts house, to use the Internet. Facebook my friends, or either go on youtube and listen to music, or watch tv shows. That was how I'd spend my weekend. So peaceful. Every Sunday my auntie would go to church. But whenever I'm alone, I'd see my uncle.. Him getting up from his old chair. My auntie still has it. I'd see him in the hallway just walking really slowly. Or at the corner of my door. Or even walking past. It makes me cry every-time. I feel sorry for him, maybe he doesn't know his dead. I'm not sure.
Now that I'm 13, I've had a lot of experiences. I'm still in the same house. I went overseas last year (2012) in September. my mums mum passed away. When I came back from the Philippines she'd come and see me all the time. Sometimes I would even hear her breathing really heavily when I'm in bed. I'd just try and forget about it. But, I can't. I scream for my mum and run out of my room. It makes me sad, knowing that she just wants to say hello, and see me. Bt what she doesn't know is that I'm afraid of her now.. :L I know, I would only tell my mum and dad about these things.
Now, that's all I've got to say. But if things start to happen again I will update my story's every sunday. And try and make it like a diary, so you people can keep in date with me.
Yes, this is true. I'm not making any of this up. So yeah, I hope you people have enjoyed it.
But, why does this happen to me? I don't know why. But I hate it.
Goodbye,
Ja-mata! (:
