When I was 16 and still in high school and certainly not thinking of ghosts or anything paranormal, I found myself living in a very old house with my father, stepmother and baby brother, he was just a newborn. I remember when I first moved in I thought it would be cool cause the house was over a hundred years old, made of brick, seven bedrooms, a library, a master and a servants stairwell and a huge cellar. The house was beautiful, one of the most beautiful homes I have ever seen .
Well it all started about a week after I had settled in. Like I said I was going to school and not looking for the house to be haunted at all I was a true skeptic anyway. I was asleep one night and was awakened to my bed being shaken very hard at the foot of my bed and I jumped up and thought it was my …
