Sometime in '08, my family and I had returned from an outing to our Georgia home. My two sisters immediately went outside while my mother was on her cell phone by the fireplace. The door was slightly open as I stood thinking of my day. I could hear my sisters giggling by the door and whisper my name. I thought, Oh, they don't scare me! and threw open the door and said, "I know it's you, stupid!" But my sisters were out doing jumping jacks in the road.
I ran over to my mom, crying. When she was off her phone, she started telling me how she saw our broken kitchen light turn on one night. And how she hears voices and footsteps while we're at school. Earlier that week, my sister said our closet door wasn't opening and how it finally opened only for my sister to see a black hand holding the door.
