There was an old house I used to live in that most people said was haunted, though most people who said anything about it were only joking.
I was about 4 when we moved in, and I remember a neighborhood boy about 5 years older than me came over the day that we were moving in. His parents just wanted to welcome us to the neighborhood. But he only came along because he heard our house was possessed. He decided he wanted to try to scare me, since I hadn't heard anything about our new house. He told me all kinds of terribly frightening stories about our new house. My older sister who didn't beleive in ghost played along too, even though neither of them really knew what they were talking about. They were just making it up as they went along.
I told my mother about it the very same day and she called the boy's parents and grounded my older sister. She told me that nothing of it was true and that I don't need to worry. Although for real she was scared because she beleived in ghosts, but she never told me that. And my sister continually tried to spook me out. There would be kids in my sunday school class that my mother said I could invite over for a slumber party. But they all knew my house was haunted, so they always turned me down.
I distinctly remember on my 5th birthday, we had a family party at our house. My older cousin who was about 6 years old kept crying in my aunt's (his mother's) lap. He didn't want to be there.
Later that day we were playing outside on the swings when he looked up at the roof of our house and started screaming. Everyone ran outside to see what was the matter. At an instant, I looked up and saw a large, red, hooded figure (it was late afternoon and was just starting to get dark and I couldn't see real well) on the top of our roof.
I ran toward my mother and told her what we saw. When she looked, though, it had vanished into our chimney.
My father went inside, thinking it was a burgler as we stayed outside and waited for him to return. He came out saying that nothing was there. Our uncle went in and decided he would inspect the inside of the chimney just to be sure. When he stuck his head up in ide it from our fireplace, he looked up and yelled. He pulled his head out and said that he cut his cheek on something he felt fall from the top of the chimney onto his face. We looked at the fireplace and saw nothing on the floor of the fireplace that could have cut him.
Guessing that someone must be stuck in our chimney trying to rob us, everyone freaked out and my grandfather called the police. (our family is very paranoid and will do anything just to be sure that they are safe, even if they have to call the police.) The police came and shone flashlights into the chimney. It was so dark in there they couldn't even see the opening at the top. They searched the place and even went on top of the roof to see if anyone was there. But there was nothing.