Well, me and my family have just moved into a new house. For the most part, its orginal. Two bathrooms have been added onto the house. The rest of it is the orginaly home.
Today is our first day staying in at for good. I don't like it at all. The house has been in the family since 1860. It was built in 1850. In 1860 it was sold to my great-great-grandparnets. The people who built the house was a young couple. They only lived in it for about 10 years. They moved away because a family member became ill and later died.
Well, my grandmother told us that we could move into it. She has too many mermorys in it. My parnets have been looking for a house, and think this is perfect.
Downstairs the house has a living and dining room, a kitchen, and parlor, along with an added on bathroom. Upstairs is 4 bedrooms and an added on bathroom. The house is sitting on 8 acres of land. On the land is also an outhouse(not used now), a stable, barn, added on sun room, and a small gatehouse.
This place is really pretty, but creeps me out. The house is in the country, about a 3 hour drive from the city. After you turn off the main road you turn onto a long dirt road and then up a long, gravel driveway that leads to the house. I'm guessing there used to be gates at the driveway, since theres a gatehouse, but theres no gates anymore. All around the house pink and red roses are growing, espically around the gatehouse and the on the sides of the dirt road.
Well, I'm sitting in the parlor, which we've made into the computer room. Across from the computer, on the other side of the room, is a big bay window. It looks out into the backyard.
Well, all day, I've been creeped out about this house. Here's just some weird things about this house.
I was sitting here earlier on the computer, and I heard footsteps on the stairs. My mom and dad weren't here. They had just left to finish getting the last load of boxes from our old house. And my brother was outside, exploring, since it was still light outside. I just assumemed it was teh cats or the dog and kept on doing what I was doing.
A little bit later, my brother came running in, all out of breath and pale as a ghost. I asked him what was wrong. He told me that he had been in the stables looking around and looked up and saw a shawdow in the loft. He went up to see who was there, and saw a black man walking around in the loft. He called out to him. The man turned and looked at my brother, and then was gone. Well, my brother is only 12 and likes to tell fibs, so I'm not really sure if I should believe him or not. Now I'm starting to think I should though.
Later on, I went upstairs to my room to start unpacking. My room was freezing. I could see my breath it was so cold. The window wasn't open and the heat was on. I checked my vent, and it was open and heat was coming out of it. I shrugged it off, just thinking since the house was old it must be hard to heat. Well, I was unpacking my boxes when I felt a cold breeze on my back. I didn't think anything of it and just kept on unpacking my boxes. After I was done unpacking, I went back downstairs. Later, I came back to my room. My blanket had been pulled off the bed and thrown into the middle of the floor. The window was wide open and all my books on my bookcase had been tossed from the shelf, into the middle of my bed. I asked my brother about it, but he promised he hadn't done it. He'd been on the computer the whole time. He was telling the truth. I haden't seen him leave the computer since he got on it. I put my books back on the shelf, shut the window, and made my bed back up. I then changed into my night vlothes. I sat down at my desk to read my magazine. I got up to go the bathroom and when I returned, my radio was turned on, the TV was on as loud as it would go, my bed blanket was in the middle of the room, and the window was open. I was a little frightned by this, but put everything back where it belonged. Now, as I'm typing this up, and I can feel like somebody's watching me. I feel so weird here. This is an awful house.
It's so pretty on the outside and everything, but I can feel like something wrong happened here. I'm not sure what, but I hope to find out soon.
Do you guys think the house is haunted? Or maybe its my brother playing tricks, or what?