# The Best Damn Ghost Story Ever

Ok, this story has never been told before, I'm not exactly sure how to put this all in words without it sounding straight out of a horror movie. This happened throughout childhood and still continues now.. even though its less often if at all.

It all started when I was around 12. My mother just purchased our first real nice house in the outskirts of a suburb in Royal, PA. The house was very very nice from the outside. It was only about 20 years old. Regardless, after we bought it we couldn't move in because my mom wanted to have the whole house redone. New dry wall, paint, floor etc etc...

Anyways, we finally move in.. my mother,sister and myself. It's all cool, have my own big ass room with tv and playing vidya all time... shit's cash. Anyways, a couple months go by and then weird shit starts happening.
One night, around 10pm, I'm in the living room and I hear a loud thud coming from the basement.. I nope the fuck out and tell my mom and bitch sister who is two years older than me.

We have boxes and shit down there still because we arnt fully unpacked yet. They whatever me and say somthing shifted.. ok.jpeg sounds reasonable.

A week later, around same time i hear 2 tuds.. my sister is with me this time... wtf's ensue.

few days pass and im chilling.. around same time.. this time 3 thuds... realize its like loud ass foot steps. as you can hear and FEEL them through the floor vibrating.

continue in next post.. its not pre typed as i just decided to post... hang with me in you want to hear about it.. trust me its freaky

anyways this continues... its sporadic and not at a certain time so not a residual entity thing and in all reality i didnt know shit about diff kinds of ghosts at the time.. didnt get into this shit until i was around 16 and found /x/. anyways this would occur at random somtimes at 9pm somtimes as late as 4pm and at random times.. maybe 3 times in a week or maybe not at all.. might take a month for it to start up
the thuds would start at the SAME place every time though. so fast forward the whole family is aware of the thuds. they are slowly making there way around the fucking basement. almost like its checking the place out.

im freaking the FUCK out and so is my sister.. my mom just NOPEs the whole thing and says its nothing and she dosent hear it...

it takes about 6 months for this thing to walk around the basement.. ive gotten wise and when i would feel the vibrations start my sister and i would go downstairs and listen to hear the footsteps where they are going.. my mother would always be in here room and we knew NEVER to wake her up.. was more scared of her than the fucking thing in the basement at the time.
sorry getting off subject

so its taken like 6 months and this shit is normal to us now.. it would start up.. and walk around the basement then stop.. it was almost normal..
one day i was in my room and could feel it threw the floors (second story) and this time shit got felt it walking around and this time a loud as fuck thud on the step... the first step leading to the first floor of our house..

i shit brix.. my sister was downstairs at the time and she ran upstairs to her room fucking balling saying it went on the steps.

we come to terms with it after awhile.. would listen to it as the weeks went by.. it would start at the original place and make it was all the way around the basement and go up another step .. took fucking MONTHS for it to reach the top.. i think the anticipation of this shit was scarier than hearing it.

anyways.. thats how it was for a year or so.. im like 13 or 14 by this time.. the fucking thing would always walk around the basement and stop at the top step.. whatever.jpeg was use to it by now..

until one day everything changed.

the shit started up at random as usual. but upon coming down stairs in the morning we realize the basement door is fucking open... weird but whatever didnt think much of it.. maybe mom did laundry this morning.. until i got home from school.. there was fucking crosses all over the house and the basement door had a hatch lock on it.....

im like what the fuck mom whats up with all this bullshit (super un religious family/ pretend christans) my mother who still to that day claims we are fucking crazy and she dosent hear anything sticks with it.. says that we need some god our lifes and its good for us.. tells us we are going to church.. i being the bastard i am so no way and not forced to go.. so its just my mother.. every single sunday she goes by herself.. whatever dont think much of it.. she is older and want to find god.. cool story bro

so this is how things went for awhile.. months would pass with nothing.. then it would start again.. always the same place and always walk up the fucking steps and the fucking door would always be open.. i was scared about the door being opened but i lived upstairs and was a hardcore teenager so nothing could hurt me...

more months went by and i am about 15 at this point.. i hear the first step off the steps into the dining room... my fucking world collapses as i know what is to come.. that motherfucker is going to get to my room one day..

fast forward a fucking year.. for real thats how long it too to make its way around the first floor.. by this time im on /x/ and google finding out everything i can.. im going through alot in my life and get into pot as i am edgy as fuck. as son as i hear the first steps in the basement i know its time to get whatever the fuck i need from downstairs, food, drinks, whatever and go to my room (it was methodical in a way and slow as a fat kid) so i had time.

i start getting angry at it.. really angry. i have delt with this shit for years and fear and anger combined makes you do dumb shit. plus i would be high alot so that helped.. as soon as the steps started i smoked a bowl to calm down.

i started to yell shit at it during the day.... normal shit anyone would say to a ghost thats been fucking with them for years really.. but none of it worked..

Shit is the same its always been now.. my sister is out of the house getting some ed-u-ma-cation
and its just me and my mom being fucking homies.. she is still going to church every sunday and doing church shit and im still an edgy faggot.. fight the power.. my mom works alot so its pretty much just me in the house all alone. whatever, nothing happens during the day.. nothing is really fucked with all is normal. until the night comes.

so more time passes... it does the same shit.. starts in the basement.. walks up the stairs loud as fuck as i assume its a inconsiderate nigger.. then makes its way around the first floor..

it makes it to the first step leading to the second floor.. i FREAK THE FUCK OUT.. i only have so much time before the thing gets up to my room.. at the most 6 months or so.. i go hard.. i read shit from all you faggots about how to keep shit away.. i mean it was bad.. i lived on the internet reading you crazy motherfuckers advice and websites hoping i would sift through the horseshit and find a way to stop it from getting into my room.

i did what i could.

i tore up my carpet and put brick dust around my whole room and threw holy water around saying st Michels prayer.. put up some design above my doorway to keep shit out.. that was pretty much it..

anyways i got scared.. the thing made its way up my steps.. slowly as fuck.. months went by.. i got depressed. went into a dark place in my life. told my mom, she said it was nothing and i as imagining it. said i should come to church.. insisted on it.

NOPE.

i still refused. so it finally makes its way upstairs my door is locked.. i stopped sleeping on the night it started to watch my door.. it was locked. like that would so shit.

but it never came in my room.. it would walk all through the basement and first floor.. up the second floor steps and down the hallway and that was it.. thats all it did.. for months and months.
anyways, one night i feel asleep at like 6pm. had to get food for some reason and didnt think i slept that long and thought it didnt even start that night...

i open my bedroom door to head downstairs and i see my sisters door is open... what... the... fiddly....fuck. she has been in school for a couple years. i freeze up.. i mean i could barley move. im right infront of this fucking door wide open. i stare in it thinking im going to see this crazy fucking demon. i cant see anything.. its black.. the whole room is pitch black.. i stare harder about 30 seconds go by and the fucking blackness that engulfed the whole room shot threw the fucking floor. the room was suddenly light again. i could see the moon through her window now.. i ran like a fucking track star downstairs. go in my truck and drove off.. slept in a parking lot.

packed my shit the next day and moved to my dads house. told my mom... she refuses to believe me. sister says shes never going there again.. we have to visit her.

ok i have chills.. the story isnt over hang tight

so i finish my last year of high school at my dads. shit was cash. was new guy with truck.. lots of teen pussy.. off topic but relevant in its own way.

so i didnt feel like getting into huge debt like my bitch sister and wanted to have a crazy adventure so i joined the navy in 2011.

a year went by.. went home on leave.. nothing happend.. asked my mom.. she still claimed i was fucking crazy..

so this last year i just got back from a deployment and was talking to my mom on the phone.. out of no where she asks me if i believe in demons.......... i proceed to ask what kind of fucking question is that.

my mom the unloads a mind fuck of my life on me. she tells me when we first bought the home that an old women had died in it.. i was like ok whatever.. she said i didnt understand.. she fucking rotted in it. thats why we couldnt move in she had to get everything torn out of the house to get the stench out.. explains how we could afford something that nice at the time. so i was like ok what does that have to do with anything.
she proceeds to tell me that she has always heard EVERYTHING. she didnt want o scare us by saying she heard it to.. she wanted to stay strong.

im in my car freaking out now.. shes crying. went years thinking i was fucking insane.

she tells me after the first time the basement door was open she saw a huge dark figure at the end of her bed. it was standing there.. she said she sat up on her bed screaming. turned her nightstand lamp on and it was still there. she was still screaming then it shot out her door back down to the basment.

she saw the church a few doors down about it. the pastor said he knew the lady that lived here for ever.. said she was mean.. had no family that he knew of. was hateful.. he said the only reason the found her body is because the utilitys in the house hadnt been paid so long the place was going to be fucking condemned by the state or some shit.
she found god overnight from then on.. continuing..

the pastor said she didnt practice "our faith".. whatever the fuck that means.. i think he was implying she was a pagan or somthing..

anyways... when mu mom called me and dropped this fucking bombshell she proceeded to ask me again if i believe in demons..

(sorry my mom had found my step dad in church sorry forgot that part lol)

anyways i say yea mom i guess so.. she proceeds to tell me that my step father got up to go to work and was in the bathroom shaving.. she rolled over and had her arm hanging off the side of the bed. she said she felt a huge force dig claws into her arm and trying to pull her as hard as it could onto the floor. she starts screaming.. step dad runs in and turns light over.. bed crooked sidways a bit and my mom arms has scratch marks and red as fuck.. bruised badly the same day.

she thinks the devil is in her house.. i freak for a bit and ask her more.. she says after i left the house the shit pretty much stopped.

but when i come home on leave t starts up again.. she thinks im haunted.. i get pissed as fuck when she says that because honestly it scares me a bit.

she says that when i come home it starts again for awhile then stops.. i only come home once or so a year for 2 weeks.. and in that time i havent seen or heard anything... honestly i just get drunk as fuck and wait for somthing.. i only had one thing happen about 6 months ago when i went home and i was hammered in the kicthen getting more beer around 12pm heard shuffling in the hallway and the fake plant bullshit move.. i WAS READY TO FUCKING RUMBLE.. but nothing happend.. at all.. i even sleep in the living room now.. im 22 and when i go home i pretend i dont give a fuck.. get drunk and do what i want.. dosent own me.

but my mother says everytime i am back its hell for a month or so..

so thats my story, my mother thinks im haunted.. im not sure what to think..
any ideas/advice... i will answer questions for a bit as well.. i honestly have no clue what the fuck it is or why
i posted this on /x/ but they are useless and no help.. apologizing for spelling in advance

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