I have always believed in ghosts, and have seen more than my fair share, but I have never been truly afraid of any, untill I moved with my parents to a small house in Las Vegas, NV. The funny thing is that this house is not particularly old, Maybe about ten years old at best. But the day we moved in, there was definately something strange.

As we moved our furniture in, I began to get very wary of mirrors. I didn't want to look into them if it wasn't daytime or if there wasn't a light on in the room. I always felt like there was something looking back at me. after moving in, I would be at home alone sitting in the living room, and suddenly a loud cry would echo through the house. I say echo, because that is exactly what it did. It seemed to come from the walls and surround me,and every hair on my body would stand on end . I tried to dismiss it as bad pipes or some other happening, but then why did it always happen when I was alone?

Things started escalating from there, and it was all around ME. I started to wonder if I was crazy.

Then, one night I woke up from a sound sleep. Somebody was watching me, I couldn't see them, but I could definately feel them. My throat was so dry, that I decided to go into the kitchen to get a drink. As I stepped out of my room, the door shut behind me. Strange since there were no open windows or drafts that I knew of. As I walked down the hall I could feel the "thing" getting closer to me...following me. Pictures came off the wall behind me as I came through the hallway, I was to scared to turn around to face the "thing". I finally reached the kitchen, after what seemed to be an eternity, the "thing" was closer than ever. Well, I couldnt take it any longer, I spun around and screamed at the top of my lungs..."LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!". What I saw was not a face or figure, but a blob of hazy light, that hung in the air like fog. It disappeared soon after my screaming, and I ( at the age of 18) ran back to my room and hid under the covers. I never felt, heard, or saw THAT "thing" ! ! again. I can honestly say that I was glad of that. It was not the last time I would encounter ghosts in that house, but it was the last time I was terrified. Needless to say, I moved.