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Don’t you remember

This is a story in every chapter is not the same horror is the main plot of the story’s but sometimes it will be a little different and don’t forgot I know what you did

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My haunted house

I am a sceptic and don't really believe in anything paranormal but i have no other explanation to these events that was taken place in my own home.

I am a teen and live with my mum and my 2 sisters, they also have no explanation to these strange occurrences.

My first unexplained encounter happened to me when i was home alone, sometimes we let our imagination run wild while feeling vulnerable or alone but this was not my imagination. I was watching TV for most of the night until I got a bit drowsy and decided to get a glass of water before bed. Still sleepy but i could make out a faint tapping noise that sounded it was coming from the bathroom, whenever i hear a noise i immediately check it out so i wouldn't be paranoid, at ease i walked towards the bathroom. The noise stopped and I saw nothing and them shut the bathroom door.

I called it a night, when suddenly the sound of a door creaking startled me. It shook me up a bit but i knew i needed to check it out. It was the bathroom door. I froze in disbelief ,rubbed my eye, I was trying to think of any explanation, when foot steps above me solidified i wasn't alone. I wanted to scream but that would only blow my cover. Tears in my eyes, as I tip toed towards the bathroom door. I quietly opened the door and locked it. I immediately called the police, i cried and told them someone was in my house. When the police arrived they said there was no sign of forced entry and the house was clear. I didn't feel safe until my mum and my sisters arrived home from my aunties house. I always believed it was an intruder until unexplained thing would happen.

Small things would happen like i would be in the kitchen and place my phone on the table and then I would find my phone on my desk in my room. I would always accuse my sisters of doing this but they would explain similar thing like that would happen to them. I never believed them because i had no other explanation then they was messing with me.

We started to hear tableware being bashed around with, and as we would go into the kitchen loads of cutlery would be laying on the floor. A lot of the time my mum would be in work but as soon a we would inform her about this she would put it to our imagination. Me and my sister knew my mum agreed something was wrong with this house so we questioned her on this. She admitted strange things would happen to her and even said she would hear footsteps running across the hallways. We was shaken up after this but relieved our mum knew something was wrong too. My mum told us this house wasn't old but the previous couple who lived here has sadly died after their child has passed away. The cause of death was never revealed to us and that scares me. Admittedly, i was annoyed my mum hadn't told us before we moved.

My mum was looking for new properties as we refused to stay in the house much longer. I started to noticing my little sister talking to herself. I honestly didn't give this much thought as there was not many children her age and I took it as her making her own fun and playing with imaginary friends. She then introduced me to her imaginary friend she called Poppy, i laughed and asked had she made any more imaginary friends. My sister seemed confused and stated Poppy was real and not imaginary. I laughed it off and continued on my day.

My mum noticed this as well but seemed a lot more concerned then i was, my mum questioned my sister and asked who was she speaking to,my sister replied Poppy. My mum went white in the face and looked like she was going to throw up. My mum politely excused my sister from the room and explained to me and my older sister that Poppy was the couples child who died in our home. My stomach knotted and I felt nauseous. I suggested to my mum we should stay at my aunt's house until we find a new home.

Around 5 weeks later we moved to our new home, I feel a lot safer here. I still don't know what to make about the horrifying memories that remain in my head about that house. Writing this only brought back more memories i would like to forget. Thank you all for reading, I hoped you enjoyed it. If you have similar experiences feel free to comment.