"Little things throughout my life"
Man..where should I begin..I guess from the beginning. OK. I will start off by saying I am very interested in the paranormal and I am believer in my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Just wanted to put that out there. OK, here goes..the first "experience" I guess you can say that I remember in particular was when I was around 4 years old in 1990. I remember lying in bed one night with my "Child's Play 2" doll just before I went to bed. When I awoke I looked over in my closet and my doll was in there laying flat on my huge heap of other stuffed animals. I cannot explain this. I was no sleep-walker - I don't think. My mom and dad were down the hall in their room with my sister (infant) in her crib sleeping. To this day, I cannot explain this. Maybe one of them came into my room to check on me and saw my doll on the floor and decided to put it in the closet. IDK. Another experience happened a few years later, I think I was around 6 or 7 in 1992-1993. My parents had separated, I was living with my dad and my sister my mom. Anyways, my dad and I had gone over to "visit" my mom and sister (now living in a new apartment) and I remember my dad going upstairs and me staying downstairs. I had been sitting on a couch downstairs just idle and I decided to walk across the living to this couch on the other side. I then, for some odd reason get on my knees and stick my hand under the couch and pull at the threads. Once I pulled a part a piece of thread from under the couch I looked at it and I remember this just like it happened yesterday. There was a shiny black piece of mesh like string in my left hand (palm flat) and all of a sudden it vanished right before my eyes! It did not fall out of my hand, blow away or no such thing..I saw it vanish slowly. The next thing occurrence happened when I was about 7 or 8 in 1993-94. I was still living with my dad in a house we'd just lived in (built in the 1980s). Anyways, it was night time and I was in my room lying in bed. I had bunked beds and that were perpendicular to each other. I was in the bottom bunk and being a scary little boy as I was at the time (still am at times) I had built a tent with my covers, pulling them down so that I couldn't see outwards and nothing could see me. The only openings were to sides of the top bunk which was lifted and to the far left the bed was inches away from the wall so only a small person could squeeze through and on the right was a lot more space for which you could walk. Anyways. I was lying there with my night light on and all of a sudden I hear footsteps enter my room in which I followed with my eyes if that makes sense. I remember my head turning and following the footsteps and they slowly crept across the foot of my bed which I couldn't see. They were making their way to the right side of my bunk where there was more walking space and uncovered. So whatever/whoever it was, I would see it soon. As soon as the fear in me rose to a maximum it stopped near the right edge of my bed right after it had turned the corner. I was so relieved. The next morning I went down stairs and asked my dad, who was the only other person in the house that night, if he had come in my room last night, he said no. I cannot explain that. The next thing occurred a night or so later if I can recall. I was lying in my bed, sleepless and scared as usual. But this time, I was lying on the opposite end of my bed exposed to everything. I remember my dad was out in the opening where the hallway bathroom was - right in front of the top of the stairs. Anyways, right before he went to his room or downstairs - can't remember which, I told him to leave the bathroom light on and the door cracked. I then remember lying there looking up and out of my room with an upside down view of the hallway. Then moments later after I had just closed my eyes..I got that feeling of being watched and it was coming from the hallway. I didn't look out into the hallway and even though my eyes were closed I could tell the lights were still on because I didn't get that flicker when they go off. Anyways, all of a sudden a "gust or force" came rushing into my room and on top of me, inhumanly fast! I instantly opened my eyes to nothing being there and looked out into the hallway - nothing there. I cannot explain this. I actually need to go back a few years to when I was about 5 or 6 in 1991-92 when I was living at my grandparents (dads parents) house before my dad bought his house. Anyways, I had just seen the movie "It" sometime before and I was lying in bed in one of my grandparents rooms alone. There's a huge window in the room which was right in front of me and even though it had curtains up..there was a corner of the window on the right side that was exposed and I you could clearly see out. Anyways, I remember waking up in the middle of the night and looking straight into that corner of the window and seeing "It" the clown up against the corner of the the house (this room was the last on this side of the house) with his arms folded and starring right at me with a sneaky evil grin on his face as if he has been starring at me for hours. But he was outside the window. I remember that dull orange glow from the nearest streetlight and his face! I was scared out of my mind..I never looked his way again and I screamed - when I could "Grandma!!!!! Grandma!!!!!" And ran into my grandparents room and slept on their floor the rest of the night. I'd also like to mention that this window is at least 10-15 ft up from where I could see his upper body, with nothing you connected to the house for you to stand on. I cannot explain this. OK...to skip ahead some years..when I was about 17-18 years old in 2003-04 I was living with my mom and I was lying in bed one night and I had the covers over my head, then all of a sudden I hear this voice say "Try again" It sounded just like my dad's voice, but it couldn't have been him because he wasn't there. I really think this was God talking to me and not paranormal at all, I just thought I'd mention it. Alright..a few years later in the summer of 2007 when I was 20, the most evident paranormal activity occurred to me. I was living with my dad that summer in the same house from before and I tell you I just felt like he and I weren't there only ones there. Anyways, things I remember from my time there at summer was the feeling someone was watching me from the hallways of other rooms, getting scents of aromas out of nowhere, as if "someone" had just passed by, hearing small noises (some sounding like small chatter). Anyways, one early morning I was lying in bed and awoke to hearing my dad getting ready to head out to work. It was about 2:30-3:30 A.M. and I heard my dads vehicle crank up, pull out the driveway and then drive up the street. Well, then the real activity began. I remember my door being completely shut when I looked at it before my dad left the house. As I lay in bed not even a minute after I heard my dad pull away I hear and feel a "force" rush into my room. The same room from when I was younger in this house. It stopped at the foot of my bed. I had frozen with fear and I couldn't open my eyes. I remember wanting and trying to say outloud "What" (5x), but couldn't. Then with my eyes still closed this "force" does the same thing again and gets beside my bed. I then am just losing it with fear, but gets the courage to just will myself upright and open my eyes with my arm going up first as if I was drowning with fear being the water and me trying to get to the surface. Anyways, when I opened my eyes, I saw nothing and I didn't go back to sleep the rest of the morning. When the house was lighted by the sun I went downstairs, still home alone, for some food. When I came back up to my room, I looked down at the foot of my door and found a piece of material which I recognized from the attic. Then I payed even closer attention to it and noticed it was folded to show the word "Help." The word was not written however, it was a word printed on the material, but just folded to show the word "Help." Right after I noticed this, I smelled the perfume I'd smelled a before. I was freaking baffled. I had no idea what was going on. I had a talk with my dad about this and see "says' he never had any experiences in the house. I left a few days afterwords. **I would like to mention that these were just a few things that stick out in my mind that have happened to me. All throughout my life there have been times where I thought I saw something out the corner of my eye where I shouldn't have, or heard noises when nothing was around to make them. I've also had dreams...save that for a later time. I've found unexplainable markings (scars, scratches and scrapes) on my body after waking up in the morning. I'm 23 now and this stuff has been happening all my life. After 2007, when I prayed that this stuff would stop..its died down a lot. But I still get that feeling of being watched or touched every once in a while.**
Me and my husband just put a addition on our house about 10 years ago with slot of digging for our foundation for our new house and one night after a few months of renovations I was asleep and my dog started barking I was wide awake right now and looked at the direction my dog was barking at and froze in terror and saw a 5 foot tall shadow being that walked from our bathroom into my dressor and disappeared. I have never forgotten this incident. It was fully dimensional black mass in human form. another night me and my father heard a bunch of people talking we both looked outside and nobody was there about two am at night. I found out this land was a potatoe farm before the land was developed and also frequented by native Americans in earlier times. other stuff has happened as well but no where as sureal. I am a skeptic though do believe in another realm of existance and have tried to debunk these things but can't find any explanation.
A few years back my husband (@ the time) had a sister dying from brain cancer..One morning for no apparent reason while we were sitting in the kitchen with our coffee, we heard a crash come from the bedroom,as we entered the bedroom found a large picture had slid down the wall to the floor, but, oddly enough, the glass in the frame hadn't smashed on impact, nor, was the hook on which it had been hung, disturbed,we looked at one another in amazement , exchanged puzzled looks, shook our heads, made the comment, "that was strange" hung the picture back up & headed back to the kitchen...minutes later, a musical roller that we had our toilet tissue on, started playing a tune, the odd thing about this is that the tissue needed to be tugged to rotate the roller in order for the tune to be played...No one was near that roller nor had the tissue been disturbed...Within the hour we had received a call from Texas informing us that Susie had passed on.We believe that these were signs from Susie & she just had to pull these tricks off on us to get our attention.
The Family Cabin
I awoke in the middle of the night/early morning. Not sure what time, but it had to be around 12am-2pm. But anyways when I woke up it was mainly because the discomfort of the crappy little air mattress we had, I went down the stairs and got something to drink and started watching tv in the front room. The front room is kinda creepy, but I’m not really scared of it. It is a big box room connected with the kitchen in the cabin, the front and back door are in this room, and it has three huge windows on each wall, none of them had blinds. So could get the feeling your being watched at night when you’re in that room. So anyways I knew everyone was asleep because I heard them snoring in the back room where some bunk beds are. . All of a sudden when I’m watching my movie a light shines across the floor coming from one of the windows. I wasn’t clueless about what the light was, I knew what it was. Out in front of the cabin, we have a small shed we put our 4-wheelers and stuff in. and it has two huge doors in front of it.. That are always closed when no ones in there. Anyways, I looked out the window and seen that the two doors were wide open, and the light was on. I went to the backroom and woke my dad up telling him that I think someone was in our shed maybe stealing something because the light was on. When he finally got up and we went into the front room the light was gone, and when we shined the flashlight on the shed, the doors were closed. We turned on the porch light and went and checked it out to make sure no one stole anything or to see if anyone was hanging around there, etc. No signs of anyone, and nothing was gone. I told him that I knew what I saw, and that the doors were open and the light just came on in the middle of me watching tv.. He didn’t really believe me. We both went to bed. In the morning, we checked out by the shed to look for footprints or anything..nothing. So we spent the rest of the day there and went home. I didn’t know what to think. I know what happened but I thought it was someone, not a ghost or nothing like that, but maybe a trespasser or something. A few months later me and my uncle went to the cabin to go hunting together, this was my first time I had been there since the night the light from the shed came on. We both got ready to go hunting, and we both split up on separate 4-wheelers. The land is pretty big, we have atleast 4 different tree stands throughout the area. He went to one stand and I went to the other. Pretty good distance away from each other. So anyways, I sat in the stand, and seen a deer walk out. I couldn’t get a shot, because the branches were in the way.. But I could still look at it, so I did. It eventually turned his head and kept doing so like something was behind it or it was hearing things.. It then started running off.. I didn’t hear a thing that could have scared it. After that, I didn’t see anything and it was about 9am in the morning, so I started heading back on the 4-wheeler. Through the woods, while driving on the path.. I swore I seen something behind a tree. Looked like a black shirt or some type of cloth behind a tree. Then I look up and it was gone. It was a good enough view to make me thing. Whatever it was, it was pretty wide, because it stuck out a little from both sides of the tree. I didn’t stop to check it out, I kept going.. But def. had me thinking what would it have been. Nothing else happened irregular during my stay that day/night. The last thing that has happened was about 2 years ago I was at the cabin with my parents just spending the weekend there. Normal day. But at night, I woke up from the upstairs loft to the sound of a bell ringing. Not a big bell or anything, kind of sounded like a cow bell. I kept hearing it.. It sounded to close and clear to be outside.. Sounded like it was downstairs. When I went downstairs, my mom was in the kitchen area lighting a candle saying that she heard the same exact noise.. But she said it sounded like it was up stairs… Somewhere from me and my mom talking the bell ringing stopped, and we didn’t hear nothing the rest of the night… From my knowledge.. We don’t have a bell anywhere in the cabin or around it… and we wouldn’t need one…. So we had no idea where the sound was coming from. This point, not going to lie.. I started getting scared of the cabin, and this experience is what started making me think that maybe all these experiences at the cabin might be ghost related. Ever since then, I have been to the cabin a few times, but nothing has happened. But yeah, I think that maybe the whole land and the cabin may be somewhat haunted… I don’t go hunting there anymore because Im so freaked out to be in the woods by myself over there. And I have asked most of my family members who normally go to that cabin, no one has ever had anything odd happen to them.. So far it’s just me and my mom who have noticed anything weird.
The Man With The Wagon.
This is my second story of a strange, and terrifying, event which took place by my house on Park St., Nacogdoches Texas. I had two brothers who shared "the boys room" with me, but my oldest brother was in Vietnam when this took place, I believe the year was 1968. My brother and I each had the heads of our beds against separate windows that looked down upon Park Street from the second floor. Our street had the old carbon light bulbs during that time which are so famous in so many old thriller movies. The light would shine brightly down, but in the area between light posts, it was almost totally dark; not like our modern street lights in the least. My brother and I would often lay on our stomachs and look out the windows onto the dark street while we talked, often until we fell asleep. One night I was looking out the window, my chin on my fists, and I felt my eyes grow heavy and sleep coming on strongly. A period of time passed, I have no idea how much, when I heard "tok tok tok tok" heading down our street from town towards the black neighborhood by our house which ended in a dirt road by the river. This was in the sixties when black and white people were much more segregated than today. Soon enough, I saw a young, twenty-something looking black lady walking down the street in a mini-skirt and high, tight boots (quite common in the sixties for young women). I noticed as she passed underneath one of the harsh street lights that she was quite attractive....I was only nine, and even at that age she made quite an impression on me. As she passed the house quickly I again felt my eyelids grow heavy and sleep coming when I heard a distant rumbling and squeaking sound coming, much slower than the woman, down the street headed in the same direction as the woman. In the shadow and lighting I saw a heavy-set old black man with a dingy brimmed hat, and a very wrinkly cotton suit. His snow-white gray hair stuck out from beneath the old hat. It looked as if the suit, at one time, had been snow-white, but was now a dirty brown. The noise he made came from a large, red metallic wagon he was pulling...an empty wagon. Once again my eyes became heavy and I drifted into sleep. As before, some unknown amount of time passed when I heard the shrill scream of a woman from fairly far off...this wakened me to full awareness...I listened carefully, and about ten to fifteen minutes later I once again heard the rumbling, bumping and squeaking wagon coming back toward town. From out of the shadows to my left, the black man emerged pulling his wagon, but there was something in it. When he passed from darkness to the harsh light of the street light directly in front of my view I saw what his cargo was. It was the limp body of the woman I had seen pass by earlier. It was then that I noticed the man had slowed to a crawl, then stopped completely beneath the street light. He was looking straight down the street and he quickly turned his head and looked not at my house, but directly into my window...directly at me. His face was emotionless and completely lit from forehead to chin. The terror became complete when I realized that this man "stared" at me with black empty sockets where his eyes should have been. I rolled off the bed and screamed loudly, but only a harsh squeak came out. I shook my brother awake and told him what I'd seen, and he told me I had had a nightmare, and to turn on the light for a while and read or something. I was covered in sweat, and believed my brother's explanation completely, but something immediately made the hairs on my arms rise and my heart hammer. I jumped back on the bed and squinted as hard as I could to see what was apparently already out of my range. A rumbling, bumping sound with a squeak that was, only a few seconds later, gone. If I had been older I would have checked our local paper to see if a young woman's body had been found murdered and dumped somewhere, but it didn’t even occur to me at that age. All I know is that I have always been able to tell a dream from a wakeful state, and my mind has always rejected the idea that I was asleep. Also, since black people were not treated equally with white people, I knew that murders sometimes took place against black people which were never reported. Now that I write this, I am prompted to, yet scared to death, to go back through the pages of the paper and see what I can find. I am almost afraid I will find a report of a murdered woman whose body was dumped far from the crime scene. Part of me thinks that if I do find such a story in the paper and realize it happened, then one night I will awaken to the sound of a rumbling, squeaky wheeled wagon, but this time it will be coming for me.
Child Like Shadow
I just submitted a recent experience of mine and as I read a story on the site an old experience was brought to mind. When I was 14 I was standing outside my house around 9 pm waiting for my friend. I am an impatient person and began to walk down the street toward the pre-school to see if I could see my friend coming up the hill. As I got closer to the school I became aware of a small (child-like) black shadow against the fence of the school, but I could not clearly make anything out other than a small shape that appeared to be sitting on its bottom, “legs” pulled up the chest, “arms” around the legs and face hidden by the arms. As I got closer it picked up its head and pointed at me and I have never felt such intense fear in my entire life. This entity was indeed completely black with no facial features except for hollow type eye sockets but when it looked up at me I knew that it knew that I could see it and that it meant me harm, yet I could not move. We both remained there for a solid 10 seconds when it “took off” through the fence and proceeded to “run” through the playground, but all I could see was a light that moved like lightning. This “thing” terrorized me for a long time after that night lasting at least 4 years. I lived on the second floor and my room connected to the front hall where there was a porch. Now and again I would look outside after feeling watched and “it” would be there looking at me, either peeking over the rail or sitting on it and I felt like it was mocking me and enjoying my fear. I eventually closed my blinds and didn’t open them again for roughly 4 years as I was afraid what would happen if I continued to actually see it. Sometime around 2000 my fear dissipated and I opened my blinds during the day but still closed them at night and have never had any other experiences with this entity. I do not know what this was but I got the distinct feeling that it was inhuman. Do you have any ideas about what this thing could have been and why it would have pointed at me with such hate?
I would like to share 3 experiences that I have had in my life. It was my junior year in high school, 1994-1995, and I was sound asleep in a twin bed. The air felt colder than what my parents kept the house at but I pulled up the covers. The foot of my bed lifted off the ground and came down with a hard thump. I was instantly awake. At the foot of my bed a figure stood, she was dressed in white and she looked flowy for lack of a better word. I did not feel scared or fear but I felt her loneliness. I have never experienced her presence again though now being older and back in my old room with a much greater understanding of paranormality, I would like her to revisit me; however, I know opening the door could let evil in as well so I am not inclined to invite her back. In my senior year of high school, 1995-1996, it was sort of a rite of passage to go in a group several miles out of the city to a dilapidated house that was considered haunted. Myself and 3 friends decided to go to this house around 10pm during the month of September. Then, that house had the shutters askew and the paint peeling with a not so good feeling emanating from it. My friends did not believe in spirits or ghosts but I always have, and upon entering I was overcome by a sense that we were NOT welcome. No one else in my group felt anything. I remember going up the stairs and with each tread I took, this ominous feeling of despair, hatred and fear overcame me to the point I wondered if I was going to be able to breathe. Once at the top of the stairs we began walking down the hall; none of my friends felt anything nor saw anything but for me it was a different story. At the end of the long hallway there was a window and the wood floor was scratched badly like a piece of furniture was drug across it. A dark shadow of a man appeared there and complete hatred vibrated from him through me. He did not like nor want us there and he wanted to hurt me for trespassing in his home. I believe in different levels of evil and this presence was the worst I have ever felt or known up to this time. I told my friends we are leaving now, run! They thought I was totally neurotic and stupid for over reacting. They were the first down the stairs and I was the last. The shadow man was coming, I could feel him getting closer and I was terrified to look back to see how close he was to me. The 12 stairs or so to the main level of the house seemed to take an eternity for me and everything felt like it was in slow motion. We all ran out of the front door and it SLAMMED shut behind us with such force it shook the windows. We jumped in the car and sped away and I started to sob uncontrollably. It took almost an hour for my breathing and heart rate to return to normal. When I told my friends what I saw I could not wrap my mind around why he wanted to hurt only me and not all of us.In the following months I would drive by that house and I would get the feeling that he knew and was watching me and waiting for me to come back. He wanted me, this evil presence wanted me. The following year the house was torn down to make room for a housing development. I have only driven by one time and the feeling of pure evil is still there and I do not envy the persons who live where that house used to stand. This experience is the most recent that I have had and I do not want to have it again. This was an all of a sudden occurrence and I have never had contact with an apparition render me motionless and half frozen before this night. A little background to begin: The beginning of October 2009 my son was with his dad, it was his weekend as we’re divorced. I do not sleep alone often because my son sleeps with me. He is afraid of the dark and after his dad took him to the Dark Knight he doesn’t want the man with the red face to get him so every other weekend I have Saturday night alone. The door to my room faces north. When you walk in my room, to the left on the south wall is my dresser and a small closet, there is a double bed on the west wall with the foot of the bed facing east with a large window on the north wall and closets on the east wall. It was around 2am on a Saturday night and I was freezing cold. I thought I was reaching for my covers and I could not find them nor could I find my pillow. I was shaking I was so cold and I was in a half dreamy half awake state and that is when I realized with fright that I was about 3 feet off my bed. I was completely alert at that moment; I couldn’t move or make a sound and I remember I could see my breath; it was getting colder and colder by the second. I saw a thing in a bluish mist standing at the foot of my bed. I could not make out any features because my head ached and I couldn’t focus on it. This felt to me like an eternity but it could not have been more than 10 minutes total. In my mind I remember asking God to watch over my son and my parents if something happened to me, to protect them and not let this thing harm them. The apparition made this weird hissing, for lack of a better word, sound as I was talking to God in my mind and at that exact moment I landed outside of my bedroom door. I did not get out of bed and walk there myself. At first I was totally afraid to go back into my room, it was still ice cold. Then I got angry. I am of Scottish/Irish ancestry and I was ready to fight and my adrenaline flowed and I walked in there and said I don’t know who you think you are but I don’t appreciate being woke up like that! Shame on you! My back hurt and my muscles ached from not being able to move and being so cold and I was not in the mood to go through that again. It took several hours before I was warm again and for my breathing to be normal. I only feel this presence now when my son is away with his dad on the weekends and I can feel that it is livid with me for getting mad at it but nothing of that magnitude has happened since that night. I believe that this entity has been quieter because I have a small cross in my room now because I felt that if it hissed at me praying silently to God it would not like an actual representation either; it is not openly visible but the meaning is there. I truly believe this thing is more of a demonic presence and meant to do me harm that night. Why else would I be completely paralyzed and half frozen 3 feet off my bed? I have done some research since this happened and I began to notice that this was after I had seen that Paranormal Activity movie and really began thinking about demonic presences and the like. I have not studied demonology in depth by any means, but I do wonder because after this movie I was curious and sought answers to my questions and that by reading about all of it, did I let this thing in?
Ghost Followed Me Home From Work One Day
I worked in a law office that was in a 'haunted' building. The small office complex was built on the original homestead of the owners of the property. In the 'yard' at the back of our building, there was a chimney/fireplace, and the foundation of the homestead. It was pretty typical to hear typing on computers in empty offices, and other strange noises. Our attorneys frequently dictated letters and documents, and we even caught an evp or two while doing dictation. Overall, though, it was an extremely warm, welcoming feeling that you got when you were on the property and these strange things were fun, never scary. As I was driving home one day, the radio started changing stations. I figured it was another thing that was going wrong w/ my truck at first - just a short in the radio. Then I started asking it questions. And it answered!!! I'd ask it to stop changing stations so I could tell if someone was really there, and it did. If I stopped talking to it, after a few minutes it would get irate and change the stations really quickly to get my attention. It happened the entire hour and a half drive home. I was still talking to this 'entity' while I was sitting in my driveway. I really hated to get out of the car and leave it... I was never able to be sure if this was someone connected to the property, or to me personally. It's never happened to me again. I don't work in that complex anymore. I always thought I'd be scared if something happened to me personally, but honesly, all I could think it "This is SO cool!"
I have been in the process of researching paranormal events and studying demonology. I had some past experiences and thought maybe you'd be interested in hearing them. I was 10 when my family moved to the house my mother currently lives in. I got sick about 2 weeks after the move, and had a very high fever. This was Summer of 1991. During that time, I would have extremely vivid dreams about a little boy, maybe 8 years old. He wore a blue and yellow rugby shirt, with dark pants and had brown hair in a bowl cut. Nothing about the little boy was extraordinary, but the dreams were the same. He would walk or skip up and down the hallway, to which my bedroom door was at the head. Sometimes he had a ball to bounce, other times he would stand at my doorway and call my name. When I got better, I told my mom about the dreams and she dismissed it telling me that fever can make people hallucinate. Later that year, I started noticing things that should not have happened. My family and I went to dinner one night, but I had run back into the house to get something. I left the light over the stove on, but the main kitchen light off. There was also a little basket full of odds and ends my mom had left over from decorating for Christmas sitting on the end of the counter closest to the door. I set the alarm and closed the door and he left. When we returned about 2 hours later, I opened the garage door and shut off the alarm. Now, the garage door opens up into the laundry room, and you can see directly through to the other side of the house, if all other doors are opened. You can see straight into and through the kitchen. The main kitchen light was on, and the basket of Christmas decorations was on the island counter. When I left the house, it had been on the opposite counter, closest to the "front" of the kitchen (the kitchen is at the back of the house). My dad came in right after me, and asked me why I hadn't turned the kitchen light off. I told him I had. The perplexing bit is that when you drive up my mom's street, you can see the house clearly, and as most of the windows only had minimal coverage, you could see which lights were on. When we drove up, the kitchen light was off. Christmas Eve night had my mom's entire side of the family at our house. My cousin and I were sitting in the den with a few other people. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the candle sticks on the mantle wobble and turned in time to watch it fall off the mantle completely. The dust ring from the candle indicated that there were a solid 3 inches of space in front of said stick. There were also little "nudges" in the dust showing that it wobbled and where. The nudges in the dust showed the candlestick scooting forward. The second stick was still firmly placed on the other ond of the mantle...closest to the window, which was closed. The crash attracted everyone's attention, but my cousin and I were the only ones who saw it fall. When I was 12, my mom went back to school. She attended classes at night, which meant I was home by myself until my dad got home from work. My dad worked about an hour away, so there were a few nights that I didn't see either parent before I went to sleep. One particular night, I was in the bath tub and I heard what I assumed was my dad open and slam the garage door, walk into the kitchen and on up the stairs. He had a distinct tread and the house accoustics were great for travelling sound. I yelled a hello from my bath and finished up. When I got out, I opened the door expecting to hear the usual "dad" sounds, which in my case were television and kitchen rummagings. Imagine my surprise when I opened the bathroom door to silence and a set alarm. My dad came home about an hour later and denied having been home before that moment. There was a similiar night that happened right around that time. I had been painting my nails in my mom's bathroom, alone. The double door to my parents room was half closed. The stationary side was bolted at the top, as was usual. When one walks across the threshold, their air current makes the door shake a little and the floor creaks. This happened as I sat in my mom's bathroom, alone in the house. Our house was not very old, but had already settled, and the creaks and settling sound in the night were like the popping of joints on a person. This was a defined squeak of floor boards that happens only when someone walks across the threshold of the door. My heart started pounding and I asked who was there. I took a deep breath and peeked around the corner. No one was there. I expected to walk through a cold spot, but there was nothing. It was definitely a bit unsettling, but by far the least of the happenings to come. In the interim, I had had a few recurring dreams, but nothing that warranted me being upset or afraid. Then my parents bought "The Couch". This was an art decco cradle back sofa, forest green with tassles, the whole nine. Ugly, but also extremely uncomfortable. They set it up in the living room, against the windows with a clear view into the front hallway. On the wall facing out, which was visible from The Couch was a framed painting of fruit, a knife and a goblet. The arrangement in the hallway was such that a wooden secretary was placed against the wall below the painting, and there were 2 electirc candlesticks placed on the top of the stand. One day, about a week after The Couch had been settled in, there was a crash in the hallway. My mom and I come running in from other parts of the house, to find the painting on the floor. The painting hangs on a wire, and the hook is an actual hook, not a nail in the wall. Fairly difficult for that particular painting to have just fallen off...let alone fallen and missed taking out the electric candlesticks. This happened for several more months until The Counch finally managed to break the painting's frame. After that, we moved the painting from that wall. The problems stopped after that. Or those did, anyway. I was 16 when the biggest event in my house occurred. I had the house to myself for the weekend, and had some of my girlfriends over to keep me company. One of my friends was sitting on the stairs, facing the opposite direction talking to her mother on the phone. I was upstairs in my bedroom and 2 other friends were in the den watching television. The friend sitting on the stairs let out a shriek and I heard her run into the den. When I asked her what happened, she told me "something kicked her in the butt." As I said before, it was just the 4 of us, and anyone else walking up or down the stairs would have definitely been noticed by either her or myself. Needless to say, those friends weren't too keen on coming back over after that.The final parts to my experiences have taken place at my neighbor's house. Their house is situated up the hill to the south of my mom's house. Their house overlooks ours, slightly. They got custody of their grandchildren when I was about 19, but I had been babysitting for her oldest granddaughter since I was 14. The first time I remember Granddaughter telling me she "saw things", I was 18. She would tell me she saw "The Cowboy" and that she would hear "kids running around". I believed her, but since I hadn't ever seen anything at that house, I didn't ask too many questions. One night, in 2007, I was staying overnight, watching all of the grandkids. The younger 2 were trying to stay up later than their bedtime and had been jumping on beds, and generally being noisy. At around 10, I headed up stairs to threaten them to within an inch of their lives if they stayed up another minute. I put them to bed and that was that....or so I though. Not 15 minutes later, I hear a thud and then the sound of running down the hall, then a door slam. I raced upstairs and noticed that all of the doors were open. When I got into the Granddaughter #2's bedroom, I noticed she was sound asleep, dead to the world. She didn't wake even when I shook her. I looked at Granddaughter #1 and her eyes were as big as dinner plates. We went back down stairs, where I told #1 that it was her bedtime. She asked me if she could sleep on the couch with me, because she was scared to sleep in her room alone. I told her that was fine, but she had to sleep. She headed into the rest room to wash up and while she was in there, I heard what sounded like someone coming down the stairs. I waited, thinking one of the younger kids needed water. The last 2 (or first two, if you're going upstairs) steps creak something wicked when you push on the step and it's next to impossible to miss them without jumping and landing on the tile with a thud. There was the quick step-creak-step-creak of the last 2 steps and....nothing. No little kid with bare feet, no one. I got up and as I was about to cross into the hallway, there were several long, extremely loud peals of laughter, almost like a baby being tickled, while laughing into a microphone. #1, wide eyed, peeked around the doorjam, visibly shaking. She looked at me and asked me if I had heard it. Of course, I had. I told her it wasn't anything to worry about and she needed to get to sleep. Yeah, let me tell you, no one slept after that. I told my mom's neighbor what had happened and she said it wasn't unusual. Strange stuff had been happening since they had started remodelling, the year before.....I found out several years ago that the 3 houses on my mom's "block" sit on decomposed granite....and limestone and quartz. Luckily, my baby sister doesn't have any experiences. One final thing: my great-grandmother died when I was 17. She was 111 (we think; she lied about her age) and was wheelchair bound before I was born. I remember her her wearing a very cloying, floral scent, difficult to describe other than it was very sweet, dense and the scent lingered. Right after she died, my younger cousin told me she would dream about Nana, and sometimes she could still smell her perfume. It made sense that my cousin would have this experience because she was closest with our Nana. But apparently, Nana watches over all of us. The first night I spent in my new place, I dreamed of her. She would often pat and rub the hand she was holding....I woke up to something patting my foot...and the cloying scent of her perfume. Looks like Nana still has plenty to do to keep her occupied!
One Night Haunt
I have had a multitude of sensory experiences with something beyond this reality throughout my entire life, but this was the first time I have ever clearly seen an actual person. I was home with my two daughters and two sisters, my mother was out of state, and I had felt watched all evening but had ignored it and focused on the kids. Later I was walking my infant daughter around my bedroom, trying to get her into a deep sleep before attempting to put her down in the crib, when I suddenly felt I was being watched. I turned toward the hallway and standing there was a little girl of about 8-11 in old clothing (perhaps early 1900’s) watching us. She was only visible to me for 5 seconds max, but she was not transparent as I could not see the laundry basket that I know was there behind her and I got the feeling that she had not meant to be seen. Her face was very gruesome, she in fact looked dead, a true post-mortem manifestation. Despite her appearance I was not afraid of her because she had a very peaceful look on her face and I got the immediate feeling that she was soothed by my daughter and I. As I said she disappeared almost immediately upon sight but there was an air of sadness that remained as well as a kind of longing, which I interpreted as her missing her mother. I was not afraid to leave my daughter alone but I stood there cradling her for a few minutes more wanting to cherish the moments of infancy as the child had reminded me that children are taken from this reality every day. For the remainder of the night I felt followed and watched whether I was inside the house or outside. I knew she would not hurt us but I also knew this wasn’t where she belonged so I kept repeating in my head “you don’t belong here, you can’t stay” and the next morning she was gone. I wonder who she was and what happened to her all the time, even now, just writing about it creates a sadness in me because she just seemed so lost but there was nothing I could do for her. I don’t wish to see her again, but I hope she can find some peace.
Rachael Jackson was seen in my Bathroom Mirror
We lived on Robards Way in Hermitage, Tn. (Jackson’s Retreat Subdivision) for 19 years and a woman who looked like Rachel Jackson would appear in my bathroom mirror when I was doing my hair or putting on my makeup. And daughter said she used to see a ghost figure in her room. You always new someone was in the house because you could always feel there presence and sometime it would wake me as it floated across my bed. These things would even spook my cats at night. They would look out the window and both of them would come running and crying away from the window and we would look out and nothing was there. But they both were scared to death.