A few years later, while mowing the lawn

March 2, 2025

by Bridgette

2 min read

Story Premise 2 min read (240 words)

"About ten years ago, my family and I moved into a brand-new house. Shortly after, my mom started hearing me talking to someone in my room. I was only three years old, and she said I was talking to a man in a blue shirt. I couldn’t describe him any further at that age. A […]"

About ten years ago, my family and I moved into a brand-new house. Shortly after, my mom started hearing me talking to someone in my room. I was only three years old, and she said I was talking to a man in a blue shirt. I couldn’t describe him any further at that age. A few years later, while mowing the lawn, my mom glanced up at my window and saw a man in a blue shirt standing there.

When my stepdad moved in, he claimed he woke up one night to see a blue man standing at the end of his bed. A few nights later, my mom woke up to loud noises and saw the blue man in the corner of her room by the doorway. On another occasion, I woke up to a face right in front of mine, which then disappeared as it turned away.

My sister had her bedroom in the basement. One night, while she was on the computer, she saw the reflection of a man in the other side of the room. The following week, I was cleaning her bathroom when I saw a bright blue light and a face appeared within it.

Everyone in my house, and even visitors, have experienced these strange occurrences. We all believe in ghosts, but sometimes I wonder if we’re all just imagining things. Are we crazy? Or is there really something supernatural happening in our home?

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