After that year I moved to Katy, Texas, in a sub-division called Fountain View. I moved there when I was about 12yrs old. The first year I lived there some strange things happened. "Lilly" said that she heard someone banging on her walls at night, hanging objects would start to sway, like chandeliers, and doors would shut by themselves. My mother was actually the one who reported the things swaying, I guess she had to admit that when I asked her if she noticed anything weird. She said that there was no draft to make it move, it would just start to swing for a little while and stop, then sway again.
A year later is when a few major things happened. My friend, "Gram,” and I were out walking around the neighborhood at around 2 in the morning. We were just hanging out and I suggested that we go sit on the benches at the park across from my house. "Gram" said that he had a bad feeling and didn’t want to. I said okay. Then little while later I suggested it again and he said fine, lets go. So, we headed up there. I was talking to him and looking at him as we walked. “Gram” was looking forward. We got half way to the benches and "Gram" just takes off running in the opposite direction. I yelled back, "Gram" what are you doing? I turned back around to see a small ghost in purple, right beside the bench. I ran, as fast as I could, across the street to where "Gram" was. We stood in front of my house trying to calm down, while trying not to look at the park. We both calmed down some, looked back at the park, and the ghost was gone. We didn’t want to be outside any longer. “Gram” and I headed for the back door of my house. We went though the gate, closed it, and went for the back door . Just before we reached the door, the gate began to shake furiously. This almost made us wet ourselves, being that we were scared to begin with. That back door opened faster than a speeding bullet and we were inside.
Then a few weeks to a month later, I was getting ready to go to school. It was early; still dark outside. I was in the fridge to getting some breakfast. Our refrigerator was directly beside the doorway into the kitchen. As I was looking in the fridge, I see an arm pass by the doorway, out of the corner of my eye. I close the fridge. I thought it was “Lilly,” so, I said, ”Lilly is that you?” There was no answer. I left the kitchen, and went looking, and there was no one downstairs. After that nothing else happened from then on.
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