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Date: Thu, 18 Jun 1998 21:24:44 -0700 (PDT)
It started when I was around 6 years old. Y move to a house in Lyndhurst, New Jersey. A two story on a street called Page. The house was beautiful on the outside. What was held within was the scary part.
At first it was not noticeable, footsteps and a few sounds. Not much. Then things began to vanish or broken. With me and my brother at the ages of 6 and 7 we were blamed. Next were doors. While laying in my bed my door came off its hinges(it was a plastic sliding door) and began to flap violently. The door was a nightly thing. It was back on its hinges the next morning, so naturally my parents didn’t believe me. That was it for a awhile.
Next, were the ghosts or spirits. My brother woke up one evening and awoke to a ghostly figure levitating an inch above his face. The figure was of a woman in a white dress. Whe gave her name “the woman in white.” My brother and I had a journal that depicted everything that happened in the house. One day I was sitting on a couch and thrown to the ground. It felt like some kind supernatural force slammed me to the ground. I was held there for a few minutes. I tried to push myself up but again I was pushed down. This ghost had a different feeling from the “woman in white” it felt evil. My sister was born and everything cooled down… for a little. My brother watched a dark figure of a man come down upon him and pummel him. He had bruises on his stomach, back and chest. His name was “the man in black.” He tried to show my mother but they vanished everytime he tried. We both were thrown from our beds. We were hit more often as we got older. Three years after my sister was born she asked my brother and I and parents who the lady by her crib was the night before. My parents did not know but me and my brother did.
The scariest thing was the lady and man never revealed themselves to adults only chidren. We moved when I was ten. I am now 15. To this day I tell my parents, they still do not believe me.