When I was about five years old, we (my mom,my brother, my cat and I) moved a couple of streets from a house we had been living in for about three years. At first, I remember thinking that my room was perfect...and then things changed.

I think I first experienced something wrong with the house about four months after we moved in. Every Saturday morning, I would wake up and hear the t.v. going in the living room. Thinking it was my brother watching his wrestling shows, I would walk over to the living room and peek in quietly. As soon as I peeked in, the noise would stop and I would look at the couch. There would be a dent, like somebody had just gotten up. When I would put my hand on it, it would immedialy dissapear. My brother and mom would be asleep, every time. My brother had similar experiences, on Sunday mornings.

I also remember getting a glow-in-the-dark p.j. shirt that my younger sister gave me when I was about 6 years old. One night, I fell asleep and woke up because, through my eyelids, there was this glowing green light. I pulled the covers over my head and opened my eyes, and then looked at my shirt. The pattern was gone, and i remember bieng curious and brave enough to pull the covers down to look around. Sitting about 3 feet away from me was a little boy, wearing the same night shirt I was and he crawled towards me. I remember looking at my window and then back to the boy. When he got to my window, he kind of snarled, showing something that looked like fangs and dissapeared. I have only just recently found that shirt and I burned it, just in case.

The last major experience that I distinctly remember is kind of wierd, and I havent met anybody who beleives it right off the bat, but I know I didnt imagine it. Because it happened a couple weeks after the pajama incident. Anyway, this woman that I called "Aunty Fay"(she wasn't really my Aunt) gave me a puzzle-picture glued on to plywood of a white persian cat..or its face..anyhow one night my best friend, at the time, was over at my house..she went to get a snack, and left my lamp on..i was sleeping, when i thought i heard her close the door. Sure enough, the door was closed, but she wasnt in the room. I kind of remember looking around at the mess on my floor and then looking at the picture and feeling something worse than terror. Then, the cats mouth started to move and I swear I heard it say something, but I dont remember what it said. My friend came back into the room and I told her the story. I kept the picture until two years ago, when I was 13, and then decided it freaked me out to much and I burned it too.

I told all of you this, and I am 15 now but I still get freaked when I think of that house. I still drive by it sometimes, and it looks wierder to me everytime. But hey, maybe thats just what happens when things like those listed above happens to somebody.