Mine is quite disturbing.
Back in the Mid-2000s, I lived in this House.
It was a typical semi-detached house. It was rather expensive and big but the thing is.. The House was cold. Very Cold. There was always a breezy, sticky feeling to it.
Once, I was sleeping in my room and suddenly woke up.
I couldn't move and I was literally frozen. Then at the edge of my bed, I felt something moving. I could only move my eyes and looked as they adjusted to the darkness.
A dark figure was crawling along my bed towards me but it's face. It was just a blur. I could just feel it slowly crawling towards me and I just closed my eyes and prayed
When I opened them, I could move properly again and whatever was there had left.
You see, Before I moved into the House, This other family lived there. I don't know much about them but when I moved there, We were cleaning out the attic and there was a hatch on the wall. I opened it and inside was a burnt cradle and an Urn. On the Urn, It said " Don't let it be a girl ". Inside the Urn were ashes.
I have long since moved out from there [ Back in 2008, I moved out ] but sometimes when I pass that house, It just looks so dark compared to the rest of the street. If I could go back and get a picture of the attic, I would show you.
Something had happened in that house. Lights would turn off, Toys would appear to move. I once saw a glass sliding along a table myself. Once, My friends came out of a room screaming because a Doll had lifted it's head from against the wall to look at them.
Whatever happened there, I never found out. Was a Baby Girl born there once and possibly killed? Some kind of ritual performed? There were names and other marks in the attic. The House was very old after all. People do all sorts of crazy things too.
It was never the same when I moved into that house. I started to feel more anxious, I got sick more and more. I had nightmares and felt as if something was there.
Here is the house -
https://maps.google.co.uk/maps?hl=en&q= ... d=0CH0QtgM
Just zoom it and It will focus on the House.
This is pretty much my story. And it's true. I can't lie. Not about something like this.
Number 115. It was just down the road from my Primary School.