Ghost Stories

I guess we owe our lives to

My aunt used to live in this weird part of the country. Well, next to her house is an old cemetery. Also, about half a mile from her house is an old house, and my sister and cousins and I are convinced it's haunted.
It's made of a reddish brick, and has shutters that are all closed up, and those black, pointy, fences looking things on the top. There were never any lights on or people around .One day, my sis and two of my cousins and I decided to go check it out. We figured we'd walk around the back yard for a few minutes and then leave. That's what we did at first. As it turns out, there was a huge, old barn next to it, and a field. There was an granny flat near it too and even one of those things that opens up to a basement! Well, the door of the shed was open, and it was kind of swaying in the wind. We couldn't resist. my cousin steven went first, and we followed him into the shed. There was another door, and we saw that this door went INTO THE HOUSE!

We tried opening it, but it was jammed. Then my cousin matt saw that it was open about an inch. We pushed on it together and it flew open. I don't know why but we all started screaming and ran out into the yard. I couldn't believe we actually did that. We were just going to go home, but then we thought that we would be wondering forever what would have happened if we hadn't gone in there, so we went back. We were soooo scared. The first room looked like a kitchen, and it had one of those really old stoves, the kind that sits on the ground with a black pipe going through the ceiling. That was my first indication that this house could have been, like, a hundred years old. The floor was starting to creak, which made matt say out loud that what if it gave out and we fell down into the basement??? That made my sis almost start to cry but we calmed her down. We walked cautiously through the house.
There were a lot of small rooms. We didn't dare go down to the basement. The front door was locked, and bolted and nailed down with boards, as were all of the windows. Well, we were just about to head back, when steven saw...a staircase. An old, brown, winding one. OH MY GOD. We discussed whether or not to go up (steven and I was the only ones who would, my little sister didn't want me too because she was scared a ghost might kill us) we said we would only go up a few steps to see if he could see anything up there.

And that's as far as we got. We were on about the 5th step, when we heard a horrible crashing sound from the kitchen. We all started screaming, and ran out of there fast. We didn't bother to shut the door - which was probably our first mistake. We ran back to my aunt's house, past the cemetery. At the time, the only person we told about this, was my aunt. She's cool, and we knew she wouldn't tell anyone what we did.
Well, my sister and I eventually had to go home, but this is where it gets weird!! The next day, my mum took us back to my aunt's .As we drove past the cemetery, I saw something really creepy. There were some men working there, and it looked like they were DIGGING A GRAVE. Now, I don't know if they still used that cemetery, I always thought it was too old to be burying new people there, but we were wondering - were they burying something - or digging something up?

We told my aunt about it right away, and she said that there had been a FIRE in the cemetery the night before. Now this was too weird. All of this stuff happened the day after we went there. There were now "no trespassing" signs all over the yard, which meant - someone saw us in there. We don't know who, but all I kept thinking was, what would have happened if me and steven had gone upstairs? I guess we owe our lives to that thing that fell in the kitchen![?]

If I look deep enough inside of this mirror I see fallen angels at my feet whispered voices at my ear death before my eyes and once more you were not there for me ( never sleep never die )