Scary Moment
All my life I have believed in spirits or "ghosts" due to the fact that I was raised in a religious environment. As Christians we believe in both Holy and evil spirits. Although I never feared evil spirits as a young child, as I grew older I became terrified. Not knowing at the time that that my grandparents shared their house with the supernatural, a chill ran down my spine every time I walked down the long dark hallway. I would dread walking to the bathroom at the end of the hall feeling and knowing there was indeed a presence. Guilt spilled over me like cold water from a shower head, dreading to go to my grandparents house, not because I didn't like them but because the lonesome spirits lounging about their bedrooms and bathrooms.We often visited my mother's parents because we are extremely close to them, having seen them everyday of our childhood. Just a two years ago I found out that their house was infested with ghosts and I wasn't just imagining it. Not helping my phobia with evil spirits, finding out that the house we basically lived at was haunted was one of the scariest moments of my life. My mom began to tell me the horrible experiences with the supernatural, as a young girl. It was at that moment that was most frightening to me when it all became so real. It wasn't my imagination from the scary, popcorn throwing movies or the late night slumber party's stories, but it was reality.Although I was extremely scared I begged for more stories. She began to go into great detail about how a man from the 1900's dressed in a suit along with a cane and a tall hat sitting on his head would came into her bedroom and stand there just breathing over her. From time to time the man would return but her parents never believed her. Sounding ridiculous, her parents just thought it was her imagination until they themselves experienced something unnatural. Almost every night my mom's bed would shake as if it was alive and having a seizure. One night it lasted so long and didn't stop when my mom called my grandma into her room to see for herself. She then believed my mom from that point on.Just last year we found out their home was built over an old Indian Cemetery. That explains why strange events kept occurring. My grandparents and mom along with her brother experienced many things in that house for decades. For some reason the spirits continued to scare my family. They were tired of it so decided to get the house baptized and see where things go from there. After it was baptized everything stopped happening, as if they weren't lost spirits wondering about anymore. Upon hearing the news that only my grandparents live in their house relief rushed down from head to toe.I'm' well aware things are now normal because I no longer have that chill run down my back, it is still creepy to think below my feet lies a burial, dozens of bodies buried within the cold dirt. To this day I'm horrified of ghost or an evil spirit of some sort. Especially with the movies that come out these days, it adds to my collection of fear. When I visit my grandparents now I don't necessarily tend to freak out apposed to before but an anxious not n my stomach tightens as I walk down that hallway