Oh hell, I have a good one.
We used to live in moundsville wv. Yes, we lived close by the famous West Virginia Penitentiary. Our home was quaint, and small. It was nice, because of this however my father had to make bunk beds for my brother and I. and we slept on opposite sides of the room. It was a nice thing, Freaky stuff happened after that, we heard cats meowing, when we never owned any, we saw certain things. an old man wandering in the living room. finally we had enough, my father got a job at a law-firm in SC. Columbia, He left first. stuff got worse, my sister would awaken with scratch marks against her chest, we dreamed of Self Delete and death. we heard groaning coming from the living room. After a week, when we were about to finally pack up and leave. It was around 2:00 AM. I heard a slam, and my older brother screaming. my mother ran in, and turned on the light, the tissue box our grandfather made us was laying next to his bed, a large gash in the wood frame, surrounding his mattress. my sister once again woke up, only the scratch marks resembled a large beast, the marks were bleeding, so we stayed in my mother's room, she held a cross above her bed. and we slept. The next morning, we packed up. and left, we heard news that might have been rumors, that a bagged object was found underneath the floor boards, containing the deceased body of an old man, turns out. We weren't the first people in that nice home, another man stayed in that house, a very, angry, and old man. who died of a heart attack in the house. and was most likely haunting it. fast forward several years. we are moved into our new house, that was built new. first owners were us. everything was okay, my brother took the room with a walk in closet. I took the smaller room with the smaller closet. He took several pictures of his room. all of the stuff moved in, we didn't keep much in our new home, since we left other things behind, we considered all items in that home cursed. except a rather large television that was given to my brother, from the old house. In the pictures he just recently found out a few months ago. a man could be seen in the picture, smiling, and the second, furious. His door would close for reasons unknown, his lights would flicker on and off, and the tv would turn on by itself, he woke up with burns on his arms, claiming to have a nightmare where he was burned alive by a dark entity. we quickly cast out the tv outside, waiting for the time to sell it, or just give it away. Knocking could be heard on the windows, scratching on the back door. we destroyed the tv. burned it. and took it to the local dump. everything is fine now. Just remember, don't bring objects back from moundsville west virginia.
