Ghosts are real! When I moved to the United States from Puerto Rico as a child, my mom rented a house for a really cheap price. Being a single mother working a minimum wage job, this was a really good deal that she couldn't pass up.
The house was a two family home. Downstairs lived a couple, and the upstairs was ours. We had a nice size apartment and a HUGE attic with two ENOURMOUS rooms, two walk-in closets that you can crawl into the walls and it would completely surround the entire attic. The building and structure of the house was very dated.
When we first moved in, something in the attic(my room) caught my eye. I noticed that one of the closets had a really big picture of a virgin Mary tightly nailed to the wall. When I asked my mother about it, she had told me that the home owner had told her not to remove the picture from the closet. My mom thought nothing about it- so I moved on and thought nothing of it either.
The attic was big and perfect for a child. I immediately claimed it as my room-- it looked like a perfect play area for a child.
However, It was the middle of the summer, during the hottest days of the season, and the attic was freezing cold. We had no air conditioning, but the attic felt like it was the middle of winter. I literarily shivered when I was up there and crossed my arms attempting to warm myself up.
The more time I spent up there, the more I didn't want to be up there. Something felt odd. Almost as if I was invading someone's space. I never felt like it was "My" room-- always had an eerie feeling like I wasn't welcomed in that room. I always found myself looking over my shoulder feeling like someone was behind me. I always felt like I was being stared at. I told my mom I didn't want to sleep up there-- it didn't feel right. I only went up there to get my clothes or something that I needed. One day, I went to get my PJ's so I can shower, and when I left the room, the door slammed shut behind me with such force, that it created a wave of wind that was strong enough to completely move my hair like if I was outside on a windy fall day.
I was so scared to be up there, that I started to wear the same clothes everyday in order to avoid having to go up to my room. My mom thought I was being a normal 11 year old and just laughed it off.
Being an 11 year old kid, I had MANY toys. I was flooded with toys that I took care of and kept very neat and organized in shelves. Sometimes, I would randomly lose my toys, and suddenly find it at very random spots (under my bed, under the dressed, etc...)I remember one of my cousins had came over the house and my mom suggested that I went up to my room to play with her-- so we did. We sat in the middle of the room playing with barbies, laughing, having a good time, being happy little girls playing. After playing for about 15 minutes, suddenly, something knocked very loudly on the closet door where the virgin Mary was hanging. Me and my cousin looked at each other speechless- right after the knocking, the door of the room slammed shut, just like that- right in front of us. Again, there was a cold wind that followed that blew the hairs on our heads. We dropped the dolls, and I went straight for the door so we can go downstairs. However, I couldn't open the door for a good 30 seconds. As if something was holding us inside. When I finally was able to open the door, we ran so fast downstairs to our moms-- and we could hear the door slam shut behind us as we ran out.
We left everything exactly as we left it. I didn't go back upstairs for the rest of the day and I slept downstairs with my mom every day. One day, I had to go up to the attic to grab clothes. Kids at school started to make fun of me for wearing the same clothes every day, so I decided I was going to suck it up and go upstairs to grab all my clothes once and for all.
I went upstairs, feeling very scared. When I got to the door, it was closed. I went to turn the knob, and it was locked! I am pretty sure no one had been up there since the day that me and my cousin ran out. The door was locked, someone locked it and I couldn't explain it.
I went back downstairs and grabbed a knife so I can open the door. I was able to open the door, but as I swung the door about a quarter way open, something pushed the door trying to close it. I found myself pushing with both of my hands, as hard as I could to get the door open-- and it felt like on the other side, there was another pair of hands pushing back. This pushing battle went on for about a minute-- until "it" gave up. I knew "it" gave up because the door slammed completely open and there was a wind that rushed to the other side of the room, as if someone had just walked away angry. It just felt like the hands on the other side suddenly stopped pushing. It didn't want me in there-- that's when I felt it more than ever.
One night, my cousin had slept over. We slept downstairs in my mom's room floor in sleeping bags. My mom's room is located right underneath the attic room, I woke up in the middle of the night to loud stomping that came from the upstairs. It wasn't wood screaking, I knew it wasn't. It was loud, clear foot steps walking back and forth. I woke my mom up so she can hear it, her response was "that's your cousin. Shes probably upstairs playing."... and I looked next to me, and my cousin was sleeping soundly in her sleeping bag.
That's when I knew that I wasn't going crazy. Something was up there. And for the first time, my mother felt scared... We literarily moved out days later. My mom didn't even go back to pick up her security deposit-- that's how scared we were.
In conclusion, I believe in ghosts. I believe they get attached to certain places and things and they continue to haunt what is familiar to them. I don't know what was up there-- a child, a man, a women. However, whatever it was, it wasn't very strong. During the "door pushing battle", the hands on the other side felt light and had no more strength than I had as a very skinny 11 year old girl. I also know it wasn't a man because the foot steps weren't heavy footsteps. The stomping felt like it was caused by a light human. I wish I knew what happened up there. I tried searching for the history of the house, but have gotten nothing... I hope to find out someday.