Date: 8/12/2019
By raccoondad
I was telling my grandmother about how the house I lived in was haunted and I didn't feel right. She said it was probably nothing and we could get rid of it easily, so we drove there. We went up the spiral staircase to the "attic" (that was actually very well lit and pretty with a very high, pointed ceiling). As soon as we started talking about it, a women's voice started screeching and moaning - almost sobbing, and we could hear things banging around loudly downstairs, even though we were the only ones in the house. My grandmother and I began to pray and this made whatever it was angrier, because now objects were starting to fly up the staircase at us, violently, and the screaming got louder - everything seemed louder. We continued to pray and my grandmother had me in her lap trying to sheild me. I got very overwhelmed and woke up.