Do you have a true haunted house story that's scary enough to be made into a movie? Let's hear it!

I've never told this to anyone other than my best friends but I'm in a weird mood this morning. On October 14, 1988 my mom, dad and I were getting into our favorite holiday(still is) Halloween! We stayed up late partying ,well they were drinking beer and I was doing 13 year old me's version of it. My 13th bday was the day before and it's always been my favorite time of the year. Anyway. Getting into Halloween we stayed up telling ghost stories and stuff and at midnight we started playing with a Ouija board. It's been 27 years now so a few things are foggy. I don't really remember what the board said but I do remember it moving and us saying "no I'm not moving it YOU are" and laughing and having a great time as you do. Then a series of weird things started happening. My dead opened the fridge and a series of canisters (like the ones that hold flour and sugar FLEW off the top of the fridge onto the floor. Again we just looked at each other and laughed while trying to figure out what the hell had happened. Had the fridge door somehow caused them to launch off? The evening for me took on a weird dream state. I'm going to toss a warning in here; if you don't want bad vibes turn back now. Weird things started happening, hard to explain but my nighbors were raising some kind of ruckus and my dad threw a pack of fire crackers at them? Ok.. odd. Not ghost story odd but odd behavior. I remember my mom going to sleep about 1:30-ish. My dad went into the bathroom came out and we heard a LOUD crash. We both rushed back into the bathroom to find the shower cutain had fell. Only it didn't just fall it was unscrewed from the wall and the screws were all laying in a neat pile on the kitchen sink. I asked if he had done it and he emphatically said no and I believed him because he looked really bewildered by it. I'll never know if he really did and if so why?? Anyway the evening had just been weird and we even talked/half-joked that we had brought on bad vibes or whatever with the oija board and ghost stories and stuff. It was about this point that my dad started in with a local ghost story; the screaming bridge of Maude Hughes road. Everyone had a stiry about the place. He told me that one time in the 60s he and some friends were out there smoking pot when a young couple walked up to there car in the middle of the night. He said they acted really strange stayed and talked for a minute then just walked intro the night in the opposite direction. He said after a few minutes it weirded them all out and 'where the hell were they even going to walk to all the way out here' so they started the car up and drove for miles down the road and never found them. To me they probably ditched into the woods to screw but who knows. Point being it freaked him/them out. Further point being he started asking me if I wanted to go out there. His plan was we would take his .357 and go walk under the screaming bridge at 2-3 o'clock in the morning. Um what? No I don't want to do that. He got more insistent that we go and no matter how much I said no and tried to change the subject he refused to drop it. He was getting super crazy and scary and insistent about it and then I got pissed off and freaked out so I went to my room and locked the door leaving him up by himself. ... Deep breathe. At 3:30 AM October 14, 1989 he woke my mom up with a loaded .357 to the side of her head babbling incoherently. They fought over the gun and she struck him with it over his eye. She freaked out obviously and was screaming at him what the hell are you doing?! This is when I woke up. She screamed at him that she was leaving him and she ran out of the house. She realized that I was still in the house with a madman with a loaded gun and ran back in to get me. She told me "get ready we're leaving dad's gone crazy". She went into their bedroom to get her purse and he was standing on the other side of the bead. He blankly looked at her and said "Well watch this" and shot himself. Thus started the hardest years of my life but that's another story.

A couple years later I was staying at my moms best friends house. I hated it because they made their kids go to bed at 7 PM, in the summer the sun would be 2 and a half hours away from setting and kids would still be playing outside for chrissake. So I'd snuck out of my room and was rooting through stuff in a utility closet. Mostly Natiional Geographic magazines. On one shelf she had a pile of newspaper clippings. It was a combination of obituaries and paranormal type stories clipped out of the newspaper (she's still like that, she goes to the funerals of people she hasn't seen in 40 years, odd). Well one of these stories was from my local paper and it was one of those stories they'll run around Halloween about local hauntings and stuff. It was about my house. Again the details are fuzzy but the gist of the story was that the guy who originally owned the property in the 1800s had been murdered and buried somewhere on the property and that had started a run of bad luck for the area. The main focus of the story was a family that had lived there in the 60s-70s. They said that an uncle that had killed himself his wife and his infant son. They believed that ever since they had attended the funeral in kentucky that they were being haunted. They said they were hearing voices in the house particularly a baby crying and that they would see a baby floating in the front bathroom. There was a host of other stuff but those are the things I remember.

I don't know if any of that was true I just know it freaked me out upset me extremely bad and if I didn't ever want to be in that house again I certainly didn't want to after that. I stayed with my grandparents every opportunity and desperately tried to get my mom to move. She refused. I felt that the house was pure evil. I need to say; I don't know if I feel that way today. I don't know if I believe in the paranormal whatsoever, but I sure did when i was a young teen. There were a lot of other things that happened in that house that I won't go into (like my mom spending the night sleeping in the car after she heard someone clapping in their bedroom). A few years later we did finally get her to move. We sold the house cheap to get the hell out. The guy that we sold the place ended up burning it to the ground to try to collect the insurance money and did time in prison for it. Las time I saw someone had bought the land and was building a new house. I sure hope they have better luck than we did.

I just felt like releasing a stream of consciousnesses this morning so sorry for not using punctuation etc.

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