when i was like 10 i was
sleeping in my room and all of a sudden i hear a big crash and i
was jolted awake by it then i hear footsteps coming up the stairs
and i could hear my dad snoring in his room
(my mom was dead a little
over a year now) and it kept coming closer til
i saw my door creek open i was so terrified but nothing was there
when it opened then i saw this thing standing by my bed i didnt
know what it was it was just this black shawdow i guess and it was
just standing there and then it started to disappear and then my
door shut and i heard footsteps going down the
stairs.
i told my dad but he said i
was dreaming but i know i wasnt dreaming and i think thats what got
me started into the ghost hunting
thing.