Weird Story

When I was twelve years old, my great grandfather’s family offered to sell my grandmother a house that had been in his family for generations at an incredibly cheap price. They had a difficult time keeping it rented and did not want to deal with it anymore. My grandmother jumped at the opportunity and moved in almost immediately. It was only a matter of hours before strange things began to happen. It did not take us long to decide there was something other than us in that house. I stayed there most of the time during middle school and almost every night I would hear something coming up the staircase. The steps were old so you could hear every footstep made. My sister and I shared a room, every night we would jump up out of bed whenever we heard a noise at night. We wanted to tell our grandmother and wondered if she heard the noises too, but we didn’t bother her. The ghost appeared to get braver as time went on. We could hear the footsteps come down the hall; they were getting closer to our bedroom door with each visit. I heard the steps dare to pass the doorway of our bedroom and enter our room. I felt slightly aware of something approach the side of the bed I had my back turned to, but I was scared to look. I just kept my face in my pillow and closed my eyes tightly. I felt as though there was someone right behind me, right behind my head just looking at me. I knew one thing for sure; I was not going to turn around to look. I just wanted to fall back asleep as soon as possible.
My back felt very cold; I tried to bring the covers up tighter around my whole body. That's when I felt it. Something moved slowly on the bed behind me. I did not acknowledge it. I forced myself to stay still as if I were still asleep. I felt that if I suddenly reacted, I would see something horrible, so I did not make one sudden move. That seemed to upset whatever was behind me. I felt the bed move again, but just ever so slightly. I felt that whatever was behind me was so close to me,