✅Ghost Stories (4 book series)

 Who doesn't like a good ghost story? Sitting around a campfire or in front of a fireplace while its raining outside. What if your life is one big ghost story and you were punished when you tried to tell your parents or family about what you saw? That was what happened to me growing up. I was made to feel like I was a freak by my own parents and family. This is the stories of what happened.

Growing up my parents were very jealous people and were very much keeping up with the jones type. I was also the child they did not want. Before you say anything I was told by my own mother that I was her curse and they were forced to keep me. There is a reason why she said that but I do not want to share why at this time. My parents doted on my sister and brother but they had me stay with my Grandparents as often as they could. Now I was okay with that as I loved my Grandparents dearly and would do anything to stay with them. My Grandparents also tried to get custody of me multiple times but my parents always refused and when DCF was called my parents were amazing actors.

The day of this story I was in the kitchen drawing at the table and I kept hearing old music. Now this was not unnormal as the local VFW was a few yards away from the apartment we were living in at the time. But when I went to use the bathroom next to the kitchen the music would be louder and you could feel the music through the floor. Below us was the apartment basement which held the laundry, 1 studio apartment, and apartment storage areas.

My parents got sick of me mentioning the music and told me that if I was so worried about the music go and see where it was coming from. When I said no I was not going down there I was told to shut up and not mention it. A hour later my Grandfather arrived and said I was having a sleepover with them at their house. When we got back to Grandma's house my uncle was there and we sat down to have dinner. He asked, "What did you do to piss your Mom and Dad off this time kiddo?"

Rolling my eyes I said, "I kept hearing music coming from the basement and it sounded like the music Grandma and Grandpa like. Sitting in the kitchen it kept getting louder and louder. When I would mention it Dad told me to go to the basement to check it out. I hate the basement the bad people live there."

He looked up, "Bad people?"

Nodding I said, "Yeah the people who used to visit the basement when it was a bar. That and the bad people who lived in the building before it became apartments."

Grandma asked, "Did you get punished?"

"No," I said. "Grandpa got me before that happened."

My Uncle asked, "Why would you be punished?" 

"Because I am Mom's curse," I said. "She tells me all the time she never wanted me."

Grandpa said, "Your parents are fools, do not listen to them."

My uncle looked at me and then to my Grandma. He asked, "Why haven't you done anything yet?"

Grandpa said quietly, "We have tried unless we get physical proof we can't get her out yet. We have even tried bribery and that has not worked."

He said, "I guess I will have to visit more often. What the hell is wrong with her?"

I was oblivious to what they were talking about. Reading the book Grandma got me I did not see the looks they were giving each other. Later that night after I got ready for bed we went into my Grandparents spare room and while I went to sleep in this huge canopy bed that belonged to the apartments original owner, my Grandma crafted. 

I awoke to the sound of someone shuffling in the dark room. Looking towards the corner of the room where the sound was coming from I saw a shadow next to the window. I thought Grandpa came in to check on me and I said, "Hello."

The figure turned towards me and it had red eyes. I screamed and my uncle came running in, "What is it, What is going on kid?"

As he lifted me out of bed I said, "I woke up to someone walking in my room. Next to the window I thought it was Grandpa. When I said hello who or whatever it was turned to me and it had glowing red eyes."

Carrying me to the kitchen he asked, "Are you sure it was not a bad dream?"

"I woke up when I heard someone walking around," I said. "Where is Grandma and Grandpa?"

Pouring me some juice he said, "They walked to the club across the road since I am here. How about you go to sleep on the couch and I will sleep in the bedroom?"

I nodded and laid down on the couch. I was almost asleep when Grandma and Grandpa came home. They asked why I was out here and my uncle told them what happened. He told them he was going to sleep in the spare room to see if he sees anything. Falling asleep listening to the adults talk I woke up a while later to hearing my uncle yell.