Hi, my name is Geraldine, and I just want to tell my little ghost story. I was never a firm believer in ghosts and all that kind of thing, at least not until this happened.

This happened a couple of years ago. I used to live in a fairly normal house, the only thing unusual was my room. For some reason, I was always the only one who ever heard, saw or felt anything weird in my house. Also, anyone who would sleep in my room! For a time, I thought my room might have been somewhat haunted, but I got my proof one day.

    I was walking home one normal day, with my little brother. He was 10 while I was 12 years old. We went to the same school and nobody from our house was able to pick us up, so we had to go walking. Upon getting to the house, I started knocking on the door.I had forgot me key. My brother and I thought someone was home.

    We thought it was my older sister or older brother. You see, the window to my room faces outward to the street, and is right next to the front door. While knocking, I saw my blinds move a little. So I started knocking on my window, yelling at whoever was inside to open the door. There was no response but the movement of my blinds was growing stronger. My little bro also thought it was one of our siblings, and started knocking on the window as well.

    At this time, we started hearing pounding inside my room. Whoever was inside was pounding on the wall under my window. I was really getting frustrated, and at the same time scared. My little brother just kept ranting on about "yeah right, they are just trying to scare us." I wanted to convince myself that it was my brother, and yet at the same time, I knew something was wrong.

   My blinds were moving incredibly fast and swaying widely apart. So I decided to try to prove to myself that it was my brother or sister. I took a step closer to my window, and tried to look inside. I was expecting to see my brother, instead all I saw were faces. Many, Many pale, dead white faces. There seemed to be hundreds of them.They were all over my room.  I only saw a glimpse of them, for in that second, I screamed and jumped back, afraid of looking into those dreadful faces.

    My brother got scared when I yelled, and asked me what was wrong. I was left speechless, however, and could not respond. There were a thousand thoughts running through my head. Like: what the hell was that? I know that couldn't have been my brother, so then who is in there? Why do they look so ...DEAD!?

     My little brother, surprised with my reaction of looking into the window, wanted to look as well. And a second later, he too jumped back from the window in horror.! He started yelling about how he had seen dozens of bloody knuckles slamming into the wall. He said they were white knuckles covered in fresh looking blood.While all this was happening with my bro and I, the pounding was growing louder and was filling my ears as well as my heart, with terror.

    I decided to grab my little brother and run. However, we didn't get very far, for in the drive way we saw my sister walking down the street about one house away. She met us in the drive way and, ironically, stated that me and my brother looked dead white as if we had just seen a ghost. I silently feared that we had. I told my sister that I had thought she was inside, and she said that that was impossible, for she had just arrived walking from her school. Then I asked her if my brother was home, and she said no because he was at work. My little brother turned speechless with a look or horror. I just asked my sister in a near whisper to open the door. My sister looked somewhat worried at mine and my brother's reaction at the info, but she did.

    Once inside, my brother went straight to the kitchen, avoiding even getting near to my room. He sat down at the table, and my sister followed him, asking him what had happened.  I, however, went straight to my room. My only hope of not thinking it was a ghost, was thinking that it was a very well disguised robber. However, all that hope, as if it was allot, disappeared when I opened my door with a trembling hand. I looked inside, and there was no sign of anyone being in there. NOTHING!

    My blinds had stopped moving, there was no sign of blood anywhere, and my bed was as it was when I left that morning. I went back to the kitchen, nearly crying with fear, and my sister, already knowing the whole story said that she had already checked windows and doors, and everything was locked and nothing seemed moved or missing. She understood as well as I did that my brother and I had experienced something supernatural.

    My family and I now live in a new house and hope that this one will be okay. My mother was born and raised in Mexico, and upon telling her my ghost story, she told me many of her own. That was not my first time I've experienced something Ghostly, but it was the experience that made me a real believer. Because of that story, I ran across your site. My brother and I always like searching ghosts sites, and I grew very fond of yours.