One morning, while staying the night at my grandmother's house, I was in the living room playing games with my grandmother, when all of a sudden we both heard a strange crashing noise in the computer room. I told my grandmother that I was headed to the restroom anyway, so I'd check it out since the computer room was just across the hall from the restroom.
I went to the restroom, then while washing my hands, I had a strange feeling that someone was watching me. I quickly spun around to the doorway to see a figure, looking identical to my older sister, hurry away to the end of the hall, where the back room was. I was only slightly startled for a moment, since I thought that it was only my sister.
I called her name, and no answer. I called her name a second time, just to be sure that she wasn't there. No answer. Then, a bit shaken up, I went back into the living room to my grandmother. I asked my grandmother if my sister had come down while I was in the restroom. She said no, that no one was down there but us two. I looked in shock. She asked me what was wrong, and what had made that noise. I told her that I had not checked because I seen someone hurry away to the back room and was too startled to check.
After hearing what I had to say, my grandmother told me that she had a story to tell me about her house. She told me the story of how her house had been haunted ever since she moved in. I asked her why. She told me that when she was a teen that her boyfriend had died, and when she went to see his grave, she saw his ghost. He told her to come back to his grave in two years. She said okay, I'll do just that.
She told me that two years later, she had gone back to his grave and he reappeared. He asked her to take his spirit to live with her in her house. So, after that, I was a bit shaky still, but I've gotten over it in time. I've gotten used to strange events happening in her house.