Haunted House in Hawaii

from Jen

189 years ago a house was made as the primary residence of a pig farm. The land the home stood upon was a large property that would later be sold and parceled out for others to build new homes. No one had died there, that we know of, except one little boy. His death happened in the front of the house.

In the 1990s, my parents bought the house to start a family. A baby girl was on the way, (me) and their loft was too small. My parents were able to afford the haunted house -- it's in Oahu. (I live in Hawaii.)

A couple of months after moving in, my family started to fix up the house. Because it had been designated as a historical residence, my parents had to pay around $200 per month for the house. Soon our family would begin to experience strange things.

After a few months of living there, my mother and my brother were upstairs; and as my mom locked the door and played with my little brother, she heard the door shake like something was trying to go upstairs. My mother was barely frightened because she thought it was my dad-- but he was at work.

When I was born I saw a lady: a lady in red; she was red. The lady was dressed in what looked like attire from the 1800s and was staring in a mirror. "Wait," I thought. "We don’t have mirrors in this house!" In the mirror I could see myself and the lady staring at me from the mirror; her eyes were very red but blank. Was it a dream? No. It was too real. 

Years later, from time to time, I would see tall, skinny shadows in the daylight, moving quickly across the rooms; but still, that didn’t make us move. Every couple of months, around 4:30 AM, upstairs, we would hear someone or something trying open a door. It was my parents who were awakened by the disturbance. They eventually learned to just ignore it.