When I was a young boy, my dad was living at my uncle's house. We used to go there and visit him on the weekend for a while. I guess he only lived there for a couple of months, so I was probably only in the house a few times at most.
I don't know when it was built, but the house was really old (it is no longer there). My uncle was a member of the "Brother Speed" motorcycle gang, so there was usually a disassembled HD motorcycle in the dining room and shady characters lurking about. My dad was pretty rough and tumble, so he fit right in with the rest of the dudes hanging around the place. My brother and I were pretty young, maybe 11 and 10 respectively, so dad would usually not let us hang around when the place was full of bikers, but we did spend some time there.
My dad, uncle, and most of the dirtbags claimed that the house was haunted by a ghost named "Jake". Jake was harmless except for the fact that he didn't like the windows to be closed in the upstairs attic area. Actually it wasn't an attic, but simply the second story of an old two story house. Everyone called it the attic though and that is where Jake suppossedly hung out. Of the few times I was there, I remeber being more leery of the freaky dude rolling a joint on the coffee table than I ever was of the thought of a ghost, but one time I was there I did get to witness something strange.
This particular day it was just me and my brother and my dad at the house, all of the dirtbags were off getting arrested or raping and pillaging or something. Well, we felt a draft and my dad mentioned the fact that Jake had probably opened the windows in the attic again, so we went to check it out. Sure enough, there were a couple of windows open so my dad shut them. We then went back downstairs to watch TV. I was not too worried about ghosts, because I wouldn't put it past my dad to try to scare us by making the whole thing up. I didn't think too much about it until a couple of hours later when we felt the draft again. We went back into the attic and sure enough the same few windows were wide open again! That got my attention because I know for a fact that there was no way anyone could have went upstairs without me knowing it. The TV room was right at the bottom of the stairs and I was right there watching TV the whole time. I was a little freaked out, but I still could imagine my old man somehow rigging things to make it look like there was a ghost. At the time, I was never really convinced that there was a ghost in the house, but I'll tell you that I wouldn't go into that attic by myself either! Later in life my dad still swore that there was a ghost named Jake, so I guess maybe I did witness something strange.
That's my ghost story.
I don't know when it was built, but the house was really old (it is no longer there). My uncle was a member of the "Brother Speed" motorcycle gang, so there was usually a disassembled HD motorcycle in the dining room and shady characters lurking about. My dad was pretty rough and tumble, so he fit right in with the rest of the dudes hanging around the place. My brother and I were pretty young, maybe 11 and 10 respectively, so dad would usually not let us hang around when the place was full of bikers, but we did spend some time there.
My dad, uncle, and most of the dirtbags claimed that the house was haunted by a ghost named "Jake". Jake was harmless except for the fact that he didn't like the windows to be closed in the upstairs attic area. Actually it wasn't an attic, but simply the second story of an old two story house. Everyone called it the attic though and that is where Jake suppossedly hung out. Of the few times I was there, I remeber being more leery of the freaky dude rolling a joint on the coffee table than I ever was of the thought of a ghost, but one time I was there I did get to witness something strange.
This particular day it was just me and my brother and my dad at the house, all of the dirtbags were off getting arrested or raping and pillaging or something. Well, we felt a draft and my dad mentioned the fact that Jake had probably opened the windows in the attic again, so we went to check it out. Sure enough, there were a couple of windows open so my dad shut them. We then went back downstairs to watch TV. I was not too worried about ghosts, because I wouldn't put it past my dad to try to scare us by making the whole thing up. I didn't think too much about it until a couple of hours later when we felt the draft again. We went back into the attic and sure enough the same few windows were wide open again! That got my attention because I know for a fact that there was no way anyone could have went upstairs without me knowing it. The TV room was right at the bottom of the stairs and I was right there watching TV the whole time. I was a little freaked out, but I still could imagine my old man somehow rigging things to make it look like there was a ghost. At the time, I was never really convinced that there was a ghost in the house, but I'll tell you that I wouldn't go into that attic by myself either! Later in life my dad still swore that there was a ghost named Jake, so I guess maybe I did witness something strange.
That's my ghost story.
,still do but myself and my two brothers here this loud bang in the middle of the night!Well the parents say it's just a dresser that fell over.Guess what it's in the attic and has all four legs,falls over on a level floor,my parents say it's nothin! Now that i'm older they tell me the truth!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
