exile477

Ever since I was three  years old I could see ghost. We inherited this old house that my dads  father gave him after dying a horrible death. I don't know why we kept the darn thing, but we did and a couple weeks after the funeral we moved into the house. My parents slept on the ground floor and me and my brother, Dave slept up stairs. Every day my mom would pass my bedroom just to here me talking to  what looked like nothing.  When she asked me who I was talking to, I told her I was talking to the man in the closet. After a while my mom began to believe that I wasn't just talking to a imaginary friend I was  talking to a ghost. She came to re