I don't know what really happened at my old house, but all I know is that I had some really weird experiences there. Before I moved, I lived in Tigard Oregon, in a really old house. One day when I was home alone with my brother, I went into my room to get something, and when I went in there, I heard this bumping coming from one corner in my room. It was like nothing I ever heard before. The bumping was really deep, and sounded like someone pounding on the wall with their fist. I thought it was my brother tying to scare me so I yelled for him to stop. But when I heard him yell back that he didn't do anything, his voice was coming from the living room on the other end of the house. Naturally I was pretty freaked out. So I just told myself that it was a woodpecker or something, even though I knew that it couldn't be.

After that nothing happened for a long time. But one night when everyone was asleep already, I was turning off all the lights in the house before, I myself, went to sleep. I went into my room to change into my pjs, when all of the sudden, I heard the bumping coming from the very same corner. I ran out of my room and into the bathroom and locked the door. I stayed there for a while before I got the courage to leave. When I opened to door to my room I saw, standing in the middle of the floor, a woman.

She was looking straight at me. She had a long white dress on, that had odiously been faded by time. She looked almost transparent, or like she was in a deep fog. Then, the bumping came, and although a veil covered her face I could see fear streak on it as she turned to face the corner. It became louder, and louder and louder until I had to cover my ears. I closed my eyes and fell to the floor and then it stopped. I looked up, and there wasn't anything there. I waited and then stood up and there was one last bump and in a flash I saw the woman lying on the floor, her dress was dark red, stained with blood. Her face was blank and vacant. Over her stood a man that looked crazed and angry. Then there was another flash and they were gone. I never slept in my room again after that. And a week later we moved out. And I have never heard the bumping, the man, or the woman again, except in my now consent nightmares.