True Ghost Experiences

Two Ghosts

I have lived in myhouse for 20 years. The house was built around 1950 and sits in ahousing development that was built on, what was, farm land. Asfar as I know, no one has died in this house (I did check thehistory). But for some unknown reason we have unexplainedhappenings in the house. They seem to revolve around my son andmyself.

The first scary experience I had happened shortly after my son'sbirth. He started crying around 2:00 a.m., I got up, went intohis room, picked him up and then went into the kitchen to warmhis bottle. My kitchen is a galley kitchen with a door at one endthat leads to the garage. I fixed his bottle, then went back intohis room to feed him. I was rocking him and not thinking aboutmuch, other that I wanted to go to sleep, when I felt a coldbreeze behind me. I looked up and saw nothing. Then I felt thisterrible presence in the room. I jumped up and turned....the coldand the presence were gone. I was shaken for a bit, but thenconvinced myself I had imagined what had just happened. Ifinished feeding my son and put him back to bed. I walked intothe kitchen to put the bottle up and the door between the kitchenand the garage was standing wide open. I was truly frightened. Myhusband was working midnights at the time, so I was alone with myinfant son, in the house. I, being very brave, ran to his room,picked him up, took him to our room and locked the door. Whendaylight came and my husband came home we searched the house andof course could find nothing missing, broken into etc. My husbandthought I was one brick short a load.

Over the next few months we would hear thumping on the walls, (myhusband heard these noises too, but believed the house wassettling). We would hear something fall and even make a crashingsound, but would never find anything on the floor or broken. Butnothing really scary happened until my son was around 2 years old.From the start he never liked to sleep in his room. I realizedthat wasn't unusual for a child, so I would try things likeleaving the hallway light on or playing music in his room, etc.But he would always come into our bedroom in the wee hours andsay he was frightened. When he finally reached the age where hecould put sentences together I asked him why he was frightened.He said a lady was at his window. I assured him he was probablydreaming and explained how our imagination could fool us. Well, afew months later I was asleep and something woke me. I lay therea minute listening for my son and when I didn't hear him I openedmy eyes. Standing at my bedroom window looking out was a woman.She had on a dress like someone would wear in the 1800's, not afancy dress, but one that a person would wear for everyday. Herhair was pulled back into a bun. I closed my eyes and opened themseveral times before I realized I really was seeing someone/thing.She turned and looked at me and then vanished. Needless to say Ibelieved my son from then on. The interesting thing here is, Iwasn't afraid of her, unlike the first experience I had when myson was a baby.

After that night, unusual things happened more frequently,although it wasn't unusual for 3-6 months to go by and nothingwould happen. We would go in cycles where lights would go off andon, the phone would jingle every night around 9:00, the smokedetectors would go off, the dryer door would fly open, I wouldcome home from work and hear music being played on my son'skeyboard (he would be at school). And many other happenings thatwould be too much to write.

This has been going on for years now. It is interesting that I'veonly been frightened 2 times, the 1st time I mentioned when myson was little and the 2nd time was when my son was around 9years old. My husband and son were watching TV after dinner, Ihad just finished the dishes and decided to take the trash outinto the garage. I carried it out, but didn't turn the light onin the garage because the kitchen light was bright enough tolight my way. I emptied the trash and when I turned to come backinto the house I heard a voice, as clear as a bell, say my nameand I felt that terrible presence. The hair stood up on y neck, Iran into the house and told my husband there was someone in thegarage. He ran to the garage and of course nothing was there.

After I thought about that incident, I remembered a time when Iwas little and I heard the very same voice call my name. Myfather use to wake up at odd hours and not be able to go back tosleep. He had a reading light over his bed and would read untilhe could go back to sleep. We had a game we played. If I awokeand saw his light on, I would run into the livingroom and hide, Iwould call out to him, he would come find me. Well, on one ofthose nights (the last time I hid), I found my hiding place whichwas about 5 feet from a window. I looked up and an old man waslooking at me and called my name.(I remember it as being the samevoice I heard in the garage). I honestly thought that incidenthad all been my imagination until the night in my garage.

My sone is 19 and in college. I asked him a couple of years agoexactly what he saw in his room when he was little. He said firstthere would be a bright orange ball of light in his window, thenthe light would come into his room and spread out like a line.Then the lady would appear from the light. He said she never saidanything to him, but just stood in his room. I'm wondering now ifthe lady was a protector for my son. There were/are two beings inour house. One that was frightening and the other was not.

Things have slowed down some now, but ocasionally a thump or acrash will remind me we aren't alone in our house.