I'd like to start this entry by stating again for the record: That I'm no writer.
These entries are likely to be garbled, too drawn out and will never see a thesaurus.
That being said, let us begin, shall we?
Ever since I was born I have heard about ghostly/spiritual events from my family and friends. These stories are of close relation, normally including me being/sleeping in the same house at the same time of the event.
This particular story starts out in what I'll call "The New House". The one my great grandmother left to my mother. It wasn't very spooky until moving day and I heavily suspect that we brought something with us from "The Old House" in the moving trailer.
When I was around 15/16 years, my mother's husband's son brought his wife to visit.
I was told that she was not informed by anyone about the nature of the house because of how scared she would get.
However in the morning at the breakfast table, she sat shaking, telling my mother about how she heard voices of the elderly (something my mother has always said that she has been able to hear) and fingernails scratching down the wall.
Fingernails on the wall was a big deal because on the other side of the wall to their room where they heard it- the outside wall is made entirely of bricks.
So the noise they were hearing would have had to come from the inside above the headboard of the bed where they were sleeping.
His wife never came back.