Paranormal activity is something that has always fascinated me. As a kid I was enthralled by anything that would go “bump” in the night. Ghost stories were something that I listened to intently and always believe but nothing scary or ghostly ever happened to me until I was in the fifth grade.

    In fifth grade my family decided to move from the busy city of Denver to the quiet suburbs of Brighton. We moved into a brand new house, and I was excited to start school and make new friends, but I was even more excited that I would be getting my own room. I was finally growing up. The first night I sat in my room full of boxes and tried falling asleep, but I heard something odd coming from the living room. I had French doors, so I could see inside the living room from my bedroom. I noticed the once dark room was now lit. Naturally I thought my parents had gotten up and decided to watch T.V., but as I hopped out of bed and opened the door, the T.V. turned off and the living room was dark again. I ran back into my room and pulled the blankets over my head deciding to forget the entire event.

    Months went by without anything odd happening in my house. I was a new fifth grader, and my year was turning out great. I made a few new friends, and one, Aly, of them invited me to her birthday sleepover. I left my house and walked the two blocks over to hers, and she and our friend Nichole were outside crying. I freaked out and ran up to them. Aly explained to me that they were in her house messing around in the basement when the lights began to flicker and the door slammed shut. Aly ran upstairs to open the door, and it was locked while the lights had stopped flickering and the power had completely gone out. Aly and Nichole opened the window in Aly’s basement and climbed out. They had hoped to get in through the back door, but as they ran around to the backyard the back door was locked and the kitchen looked like papers had been thrown around. The three of us stood outside paralyzed in fear waiting for Aly’s mom to come home.

    When Aly’s mom came home she reassured us that everything was fine and it was probably just the wind that caused the whole incident to happen, but Aly, Nichole, and I knew better. We stayed the night in her bedroom talking about how terrified of staying in the house we were, but we had nowhere else to go, and maybe Aly’s mom was right it was just the wind. Later on in the night Aly’s older sister came in and told us she heard what happened, and in an ominous voice, she explained to us that it wasn’t the wind but the various ghosts that haunted our entire town. Aly’s sister told us that Brighton had been built on an Indian burial ground, and the entire town was haunted which made sense.I realized I had my T.V. incident, and my mom told me about how people at her work had seen a lady in the back room who would disappear into thin air. I went home terrified and I really wanted to move back to my busy city where there were no ghosts, just serial killers and gangsters who had never bothered me.

    I lived in that house for three years, and I never had another ghost experience myself. However  my mom told me that she had one that scared her. One night my mom awoke in the middle of the night  to loud music coming from my sisters’ bedroom. She went into the room to find my sister’s karaoke machine blasting music and both of my sisters were sound asleep. My mom turned the music off and returned to her bedroom confused.

    All of my friends in Brighton have experienced something odd in their homes, and they would all agree that it was definitely something paranormal. I love paranormal activity, and I would definitely say that there is something haunting the entire city of Brighton.