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This story happened to my Uncle when he was in his teen's. My grandparents moved around alot when my Uncle's and my father were younger so I'm not sure where this happened.

Please bare with me for the story kinda jumps around and may not make any sense until the end. One night while my uncle was sleeping he woke up all of a sudden. He was lying on his back with his arms crossed upon his chest(like he was lying in a coffin) and he could not move--something was pinning him down. As soon as he tried to get free he saw a figure disappear into a mirror he had on the wall across from his bed. Of course this scaried the s*** out of him so he did not go back to sleep for the rest of the night.

A few weeks later he had his girlfriend (who is now my Aunt) over and they were in his bedroom(think clean people). I'm not sure what they were doing....don't want to know....but all of a sudden they saw this red light on the hallway outside his room. They said that it was the same shape as the door and just in that spot...mind you no windows could reflect onto that area from the outside.

Later on my Uncle and his girlfriend(my Aunt) were packing up his room because they were moving and found something very interesting. In the closet above the shelf, written backwards was 'THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED'. It was written like someone was on the other side of the wall. Since they were moving my Uncle wanted to invite some friends over to spend the night. One of his friends was a skeptic so of course he didn't believe a word my Uncle told him about his experiences. The skeptic said if it was true he wanted something to happen to prove that it was. Not even a minute after he said that the back door started shaking. It was shaking so hard that it almost came off the hindges. The skeptic didn't say another word all night.

I forgot to mention that if you walked down a certain hallway you would have heard carnival music playing faintly. From what my Uncle told me the man that lived in the house before them died of a heartattack in the house and that he worked for a local carnival.

I know that Uncle's like to scare their neices so of course when I first heard this story I was kind of skeptical. I went around to everybody that lived in the house and they all told the same stories. Even my Grandmother told me it was true, and if you knew my Grandmother you would know she would not lie about something like that.