The Haunted Room
As, much as these stories might not be believed, we are both witnesses. I got home from school (this was a while ago) one day, a little tired. I decided 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 and plans for our next sleepover. "I have to go to the bathroom," I told Allison. Nobody else was home, I was alone, but not scared, 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 the room, 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 had typed, on my screen name, "Do you want me to go get Jessie for you? Hahahahahaha." Allison, who was talking to me on the other line, had typed back, "Huh? I thought Jessie was home alone, in the bathroom?" Being very confused, she had printed 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 Indian Burial Ground. Still, to this very day, whenever I go into the computer room, I feel cold, and feel as if someone was watching me. On one occasion, the stereo in there starting going on and off like mad! I believe some Indian is not at rest, and is mad the computer room was built over his place of rest. Thanks for reading my very true story.