Why I think my house Haunted: Brooke-shea McKinney 

Hopefully I caught your attention there because that was the goal and it's not bait I swear. I myself along with many others believe my house is haunted and let me tell you why. 

For starters it should probably be noted that my house is a very old restored farm house that was inherited through my family so it is creepy enough on its own. Over the years there have been multiple instances that could be deemed odd coincidences but they are what I believe to be ghost stories. When I was younger my father told my mother that one night he had seen his grandmother walking down our hallway. She had been dead for years. Sometimes even my dogs bark at things like it is right in front of them and no noise or people have warranted them to do so. It is reasons like these along with the next few that I’m almost positive there is a ghost in my house. 

The first I can remember is shortly after my father had passed I went on a field trip in elementary school and brought back two small figurines for my mother that were turtles. One was supposed to be my mom and the other my dad. My mother kept them on her jewelry box in her bedroom ever since I had given them to her and they didn’t move unless they were being cleaned. One day I walked into my mothers bedroom after talking with her about my father and as I was standing looking in her mirror the figurine fell off the jewelry box and onto the floor facing right side up. I know not to crazy but to a nine year old it was spooky. 

The next I can think of is when we were away on vacation and we got a family friend to come feed our dogs while we were away. The friend had already been by there a couple of days when on the fifth or so day she went into a silent house to let our dogs out and when she came back the faucet in our hallway bathroom was running wide open and she hadn’t been in that room. It freaked her out so bad she wouldn’t come back to our house alone. 

The third is when my sister's high school boyfriend had come to our house one evening to pick my sister up for something. While he was standing at our back door he felt a hand on his shoulder almost nudging him. He was scared to death after that as well. 

The fourth being from a previous boyfriend of my own when he decided to tell me years after the occurrence happened that when he came to my house one night he had seen my father standing in the driveway. Foe backstory he obviously had never met him and had hardly seen him in photos at that point. What was more interesting is that he described him wearing an outfit that he was never pictured in and was only seen in by one person which wasn’t even me. My aunt had told me a story after he supposedly saw my father but before he told me had. Another part of the scene that he claims he saw was that he was smoking a cigarette which my father hadn’t done since before we were born except after my moms sister got into a car accident right before his passing. All of this is to stay that he could recount a story to T without having any prior possibility of knowing what had happened. 

The fifth is when I was laying in my mothers bed because I was sick. This was around when I was around 16 or 17. My mother and father had their own side tables on either side of the bed and after his passing my mother never removed any of the contents from his side of drawers. I had been in her bed all day resting while she was on our living room couch and nothing odd had happened prior. Well while I was up watching a show suddenly the drawer to his dresser slid open so I assumed maybe the drawer wasn’t shut all the way and it finally came loose, or that since the floors in our house are uneven that its possible that it opened So I closed it and it opened again, already slightly freaked out I closed it again and made sure it was secure and not anything nudging it open from the inside. I finally settled back into the bed when like three minutes after it opened faster than it had any of the prior times. It freaked me out so bad I sprinted down the hall and back upstairs to my room. 

In theory all of these things could be explained by totally normal reasons and not at all paranormal but I personally always get an odd feeling when I'm there and I'm not the only one.