The Haunted Room
As, much as thesestories might not be believed, we are both witnesses. I got homefrom school (this was a while ago) one day, a little tired. Idecided to go on the computer and type around. I found my friend,Allison, was on. I typed hi, and she responded.
We chatted on a bit more, about the usual what was happening andplans for our next sleepover. "I have to go to the bathroom,"I told Allison. Nobody else was home, I was alone, but notscared, because I was usually home alone. I went to the bathroom,and when I got back, although I was alone, and no one was in theroom, the keys were going up and down as if someone, was typing.I ran from the room.
An hour later, when the house was occupied, I went into the room,with my sister and mother, of course, only to see someone hadtyped, on my screen name, "Do you want me to go get Jessiefor you? Hahahahahaha." Allison, who was talking to me onthe other line, had typed back, "Huh? I thought Jessie washome alone, in the bathroom?" Being very confused, she hadprinted the conversation out. After telling her that it not me,being my best friend she believed me.
We decided to do some research on the land my house was built on.Turns out, the computer room was built right above an IndianBurial Ground. Still, to this very day, whenever I go into thecomputer room, I feel cold, and feel as if someone was watchingme. On one occasion, the stereo in there starting going on andoff like mad! I believe some Indian is not at rest, and is madthe computer room was built over his place of rest. Thanks forreading my very true story.