So once when I was about eight years old near my family moved to this house. It was really big and one of those old Victorian houses, and it was surprisingly really cheap considering the size of it. So on our first day there, one of our neighbours, this old guy, advised us to move out as quickly as possible, because it was apparently haunted. Now my parents never believed in such stuff, so they just laughed it of and said that we’d be fine. The first night there started fine, me and my brother stayed up late, and just as I was about to sleep, the grandfather clock struck 12, and we heard a scream. We both started screaming and I started crying. There were exactly 6 screams, and when it was exactly 12:03, they stopped. We were so terrified that we ran into our parents room. They were lying down and looked very still, so we assumed they were sleeping, until I looked closer and saw that my mother’s face was very pale, and so was my dad’s. They looked like they were being forced into the bed, and they couldn’t move at all. Then we heard little girls singing, and they were giggling loudly and they were singing some nursery rhyme. At 12:12, it stopped, and my parents jumped up and my mother looked like she was about to faint. We didn’t stay there for the rest of the night; we went to stay with my uncle. The next morning, my mum had some delivery men take out our stuff, cause she swore she would never lay a foot in that house. Meanwhile, my dad called the people who sold us the house to get a refund, but the craziest thing is that they were nowhere to be found. When we went to the police, they thought we were crazy, because apparently, they had died over 73 years ago. According to them, they had been a very nice couple who had had two girls. Those girls apparently murdered them in their sleep, and had ran away, never to be found.
My parents have never recovered from it, and neither have I. With no doubt that’s the creepiest thing that has ever happened to me
so what’s the creepiest thing that has ever happened to you?