So recently, around Christmas time, I traveled some 300 miles to by grandparents house. I stayed there from Christmas eve to Jan, 2nd. It's old, it's creepy, but what I did not know is that it was built on top of a graveyard. They were talking about a poltergeist that roams the house. Back on topic, when I was told that, I didn't care, because I didn't believe in ghosts or any of that nonsense. Forward to about 9 PM the day after Christmas, I was just getting out of the shower when I realized an old knick knack was lying on the floor, broken. Okay, no big deal right? Maybe it was the cat. Wait. He's at home. (This one http://i.imgur.com/DambBmV.jpg) It was a little wierd, but I simply dismissed it. January 1st, the first night of the year, that's when stuff hit the fan. I was sleeping peacefully, not hurting anyone. Have you ever been so startled you just freeze up and go paraplegic for 5 seconds? That's what I did when my covers flew of my bed and hit the wall. Yeah, no thanks. After I regained my movement, I ran over to where my dad was sleeping and just broke. I was trying to speak words, but I probably sounded more like this: but yelling and screaming. He goes into my room, fixes my sheets and everything that feel down when they got hit by the sheets, and I slept on the couch. So yeah, now I believe there might be something out there. There was no one in my room, and I don't think wind could have done it. I have only been to the house twice, the only other time was when I was 7. Nothing happened, but we only stayed the night. So now, I want to know your guys' stories about ghosts, and if you don't believe in them, why.
