Alan

Before I start with my story let me tell you a little about me and the house. I was born on Sept 29, 1992 when I was 1 yr old I went to live with my grandmother because my parents were having some problems and so they told my grandmother to take me. The house didn't look haunted; downstairs have 3 bedrooms, living room, dining room and a kitchen. Upstairs have big hallway, and 3 more bedrooms. The stairs are in the living room leading to upstairs hallway.

I was talking to my grandmother few months ago and we came to the discussion of ghost and haunted houses so this is what she told me. Once she found blood on the stairs, she didn't know what to do or where it came from. She asked me if I was hurt, I said no and since there wasn't anyone else in the house she had no idea where the blood had come from and it wasn't just little blood, the blood was looking really fresh and it was so much that it would take forever to clean it, anyways she was so confuse but she thought it must be our cat or something and she decided to clean it (nasty). After she was done cleaning her heart started to feel strange, she got a really bad headache and was on bed for at least 2 weeks, she still says that it was that blood that made her sick.

The second incident happened to me I was 2 years old that time still living with my grandmother since I didn't wanted to go live with my parents. (This is also something my grandmother told me I was 2 and I don't remember) My grandmother told me that once I was following someone and calling that "person" grandma, when my grandmother came from behind and asked me what I was following. I start crying and said "you were right here" my grandmother thought I was just a little girl and was imagining things.

Years went by and I was 6 years old, my uncle came to live with his mother. He slept downstairs in the corner room. Once he was getting ready to sleep it was 2 or 3 am when he heard someone going out the front door, he thought it was my grandmother going outside to find the cat so he went to sleep. This went on couple of days finally he asked my grandmother that why does she always go outside in the middle of the night. My grandmother looked at him in a weird way and said "I would never go outside in the middle of the night!" This made my uncle little worried. That night the noise of someone opening the front door and going outside came again this time my uncle got out of bed and went to see who it was. What he saw was a boy wearing all white, his eyes were deep sea color; his face had a scar on it. My uncle closed his eyes thinking he was just imagining stuff but when he open his eyes the boy was still there this time looking at my uncle with his deep blue eyes, he looked really calm and not evil. My uncle was about to ask "who are you" but the boy just vanished. Being really freaked out by this my uncle went back to bed and couldn't sleep the whole night.

The next day my uncle told my grandmother about this and when she heard this she said that she had seen the same boy couple of times around the house but whenever she try talking to him he would just vanish.

When I turn 9, I was getting some sense and was seeing weird things like the middle bedroom downstairs would always be cold, if I go in there it would seem like someone wants to talk to me but whenever I looked around or said anyone there, the feeling would just disappear. Once my cousin came over to visit me and we were sleeping in my bedroom, he woke me up in the middle of the night and start saying did u see that, he was pale and it look like he would get a heart attack. When I asked what happen he said when he woke up to get water he saw a boy standing near my bed and he was looking at me so calmly and quietly. When the boy saw my cousin he just vanishes (like always) and that's when my cousin freaked out and woke me up. I asked my cousin how the boy looked like and my cousin describes the same way as my uncle but he added that the boy looked 16 or 17 years old and he had sadness in his eyes.

You guys must be wondering why I'm still with my grandmother and not with my parents well my parents ended up getting divorce when I was 5 and beside I love my grandmother and wanted to be with her and not my parents (I know is weird but still). Anyways continuing with the story, I wanted to see that boy so badly everyone else seems to see him but why not me. Well this change when I turn 12 I finally saw him. I was working on my school project and it was almost 1 am. I decided to finish the project later and since it was weekend I decided to go to my bedroom and watch a movie because I wasn't really sleepy. I put on a DVD, lay on the bed and started the movie, it was 1:30 am and the movie was almost getting to the good part so I decided to get something to eat, I went in the kitchen grab coke and chocolate went back upstairs. When I was about to enter the room it seems cold and I saw a shadow there thinking it was my grandma checking up on me I went in but it wasn't my grandma in fact it was the same boy that everyone had seen except me, I knew it was him because he looked the same way as everyone had describe him. I was little scare, confuse and for some reason I just couldn't move, didn't blink my eyes all I did was looked into his deep sad blue eyes. He started to come near me now I was getting scare really scare; he was so close that I could touch him without stretching my hand. He hold my wrist really tied and all he said was help me that sit nothing else and then he started to go back. I said wait but it was too late he just left, vanish into thin air. I started crying, I cried myself to sleep forgot about the movie and my food was to scare to even step a foot out of my room and go to grandmother. The next morning I told my grandmother everything and see said to me that just be strong and pray. I saw my wrist and it was blue so I knew it wasn't a dream or my imagination.

After that incident I would always see him around the house. Before whenever I saw him I would get really scare but after I guess I got used to seeing him and he became like a family member (I know you must be thinking is she gone crazy calling a ghost family member but is true).

I did some research and found out his name is Alan and he died by falling from the stairs that explains the blood on the stairs my grandmother saw and the scar on his face, his parents took him to the hospital but it was too late he lost so much blood that it was impossible to get him more blood. I even tried contacting his parents but couldn't find their current address. I'm 15 now and living in the same house with my grandmother. I still see Alan, but now his visits are getting less maybe because I start going to church and praying for him every night. He's just like any other human and I can never forget the night I first saw him. My parents don't know about this, I barely talk to them I see them once a year, but my grandmother knows everything and she believes every word I tell her because is not only me who sees him.
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I'm really sorry that this story is so long but I had to give all the details and if you have any questions or any feedback you can msg or e-mail me.

I want to dedicate this story to Alan