My name is Jamie , and I live in Indianapolis, IN. I'm 23 years old.I grew up in Indy and lived in the same house almost all of my life. It's just an ordinary house, two bedroom full asement. Well about 4 years ago I moved back into the house with my grandmother to help her out and she let my boyfriend move in too.
Well,she decided to go go to Tennessee for a couple of weeks and see her family well, remember I have grew up in this house well me and my boyfriend were up late one night watching TV and he fell asleep on the coach in the basement and I decided to go upstairs and go to bed well,he endedup waking up to the TV comeing back on. So he turned it off and went back to sleep ,well he said about an hour later he woke up again and it was on .So he went to get off the coach and come upstairs when he tripped over something in floor, well he didnt relize it but the coffee table had been tipped over and everything that was on the table was sitting upright in the floor including a big glass of Pepsi.The ash trays were not knocked over or anything so he left it there and came upstairs without telling me so, the next day I went downstairs to clean after he went to work and noticed the table and everything laying on the floor well, I decided I was going to have it out with him for leaving all that stuff like that . When he got home we were yelling at each other for the table when we both relized we didnt do it.
Well, a few nights later we are both sitting on the coach watching a ovie downstairs and we have the surround sound on when we start hearing my name going through the speakersJAMIEEE JAMIEEEE well we thought maybe its my grandmother so we went upstairs but noone was there so we were just like maybe it was the movie so rewound it and listend but we didnt hear it so we thought maybe its our imagination playing tricks on us.So we started watching the movie again and all of a sudden we heard JAAMIEEE COMEE HEREEEEEE at the top of the stairs so we went up there to see who it was noone was there well I got so scared I didnt go back to the basement for a while.Every now and then I can still hear someone whispering my name and calling for me I dont know where it comes from or who it is but I hate staying by myself me and my boyfriend and 2 daughters live there now and at night you can hear somebody pacing the floor and shutting doors its still real scary but I love that house .Well, it could be my mom,grandpa or even mu uncle who know but they are started to scare me.