My family has a history with ghosts, but this one is one of the most told.

My mom was living with my grandma when she became pregnant with me. My real dad ran off not beliveing she was pregnant. The house had been normal before she was pregnant, but afterwards, weird things started happening. My mom told me at night, people would call her and her sisters names really quickly, strange shadows would appear on the walls, and their giant sliding glass door would open and shut even though it was closed AND locked. Then one night a couple months before Iw as born, my mom said she slept in the basement and had a horrific dream. She can't remember what it was about but she said it was so bad that she ran up to the bathroom and sat on the tolet shaking and tears were uncontrollaby comming down her cheeks. Soon, I was born, and the weird things countinued. When ever I met someone new, I would cover my face because I was very shy. Well, my mom was feeding me and I looked in the corner, and covered my face. Soon after my first birthday, DEFLATED balloons started zipping around my room very fast. When I was old enough to make noise, I would sit in my play pin and talk to things, like not talk talk, but like blabbing and stuff. Whenever my mom was mean to me, I would always say, "I WANT MY OLD MOMMY BACK!" I would tell her I had a nice pretty mommy with golden hair and blue eyes (this was when I was about 3 or 4) and that I had two sisters, a brother, and a dog...and a dad. I remember I sad the dogs name was Peach. I would have dreams that I was four years old standing in a burning building ans seeing people at teh bottom (one with golden hair) I was crying so hard. Then a transparent person came to my window with it's arms outstreched, as if to catch me if I jumped into her arms. The thing is I didn't jump. I woke up, but now whenever I have dreams were I'm about to die....I don't wake up. I always die. But when I die, I just lay there with my eyes open still seeing the things I last saw. Nothing moves, or talks, or does anything.

Anyway, after my mom and me left my grams house, everything stopped. It still doens't do anything. I hope you like my story. It is real because I'm pretty sure my mom wouldn't lie o me and I remember the 'old mommy' part.