My brother and I would swear we saw eyes watching us from the dark room sometime. My brother used to tell me the weird dreams he used to have. It seemed as if the house was trying to communicate with him. One of the dreams he had was of small children writing on the living room walls, and an adult, maybe one of the children’s parent, yelling at them. Not long after, my parents decide to decorate the living room. We had friend and relative’s helping us helping us strip off the wallpaper. There must have been at least twenty layers of wallpaper. Sure enough one of the layers of wallpaper had writing on it, in what looked like crayon marks. Calculations such as 1+1=2 were written on the wall.
The moment I saw this I was astonished, my brother and I quickly ran to my parents and told them of this sinister discovery. My parents didn’t think much of it but only coincidence; after all, my mother is an adamant disbeliever in the supernatural. My brother and I decided to investigate further, because we were kids exploration was fascinating for us. We decided to stay awake all night in our separate bedrooms that were situated on the upper level.
The upper level consisted of a long hallway with my brother’s room on one end and mine on the other end. My brother had seven or eight posters in his room, some on the ceiling and some on the walls. The time was roughly about 1:00am or something like that we wanted to find out for sure if this house was really haunted. I was in my bed trying to keep myself occupied reading a book; don’t know what my brother was doing. While I was reading my book, I heard a strange sound as if someone dumped a pile of paper on the on the floor. I got out of bed straight away and rushed to my brother’s bedroom and found sitting on his bed with a look of astonishment. All the posters that were on the walls and ceiling were on the floor, the room was really cold, and I asked him what happened?
He replied all the posters had fallen of the same time. At this moment we surly knew this house is haunted. We kept these strange experiences to our selves. We kept on having strange experiences, but this did not bother us after a while because we so used to it.
