Unwanted Houseguest
Let me start bysaying that, though the activities in this home have been goingon for over fifty years, I wouldn't exactly call this a haunting.Rather, I feel the home is the unfortunate focus for spiritualactivity. The home in question is a simple wood frame home. Itwas initially a six room structure before two additional roomswere added twenty years ago. Upon doing a little backgroundcheck, I found that this home was originally located in the citycemetary and that it had sat vacant for many years before mygrand- father purchased it. It was then moved to stand beside theBaptist Church. My mother grew up in this home. She experiencedmany strange occurances which she wouldn't share with us, but onein particular she did share which happened when she was aroundeight years old. She was sleeping one night in, what is now themiddle bedroom, when something awoke her. She didn't know what.She saw on the bedroom wall the shadow of a figure movingsteadily across the wall. There was enough moonlight to fullyilluminate the room as both windows had the blinds up. Therewasn't anyone outside the home casting the shadow nor was anyonein the room with her. She leaned up closer to get a better look,when the shadow reached out and struck her! The blow was hardenough to turn her head with force. She immediately shot underthe covers and remained their till morn.
As an adult,with children of her own she remained in this home.My sisters have told me about a number of accounts, though I willonly mention one. Both have stated that about twice a week,something would come to the backdoor and bang repeatedly withsuch force as to shake the entire home. Our mother would alwaysbreak out the shotgun until the beating stopped though there wasnothing physical at the door. The backdoor was located in thekitchen and there was a large window giving a clear view of theentire backyard. There was never anything or anyone to been seenwhen this beating was going on.
I can recall when I was about six or seven, watching one of thoseold fashion, solid steel, irons roll accross the kitchen floor.If you guys are familiar with the type of iron I'm speaking of (youknow-- the kind which had to be heated on an open flame) you knowthat those things weighed about ten pounds and could not,regardless of whether there was a breeze or not (and there wasn't)roll on its own.
I am prone to hearing things, though I have seen things on twooccasions. My younger sister, we'll call her Baby, would alwayssee things. The account which I want to mention took place when Iwas nineteen and she was fifteen. Our mother had passed away andour father had remarried, so it was just she and I living in thishome. On this occasion our neice, Tiff, was staying over for afew days. I worked an 8:00 to 5:00 job and if I ever was going tobe late, I would call Babe and tell her when to expect me. Shewas nervous about being in the home alone. This particular time,since our neice was there with her, I did not bother calling.When I eventually got home at around 7:00 p.m. my brother, Babeand Tiff were standing on the front porch. Babe was noticablyupset. When I asked why, she asked me if I had been home earlierto change clothes and then left? I responded in the negative atwhich point she burst into tears. My neice explained that around5:30 they heard my car, they then heard the front door open. Theyopened the bathroom door, which has a clear view of the frontdoor, to be certain it was me. They said that I walked in dressedin a red dress, red pumps, gave them an irritated glare andmarched on towards the back. Well, as I previously stated, I didnot get home until close to 7:00 and though I owned the outfit inquestion, I was dressed in tan slacks and a matching tan blazerthat day. When they went to find me later I was not there. Theystated that they searched the entire house before looking out andseeing that my vehicle was gone. Babe was spooked and so was I.We spent the next two weeks at our sister's home.
I still live in this home. Over the past three years it has beenbasically quiet. As of late, however, I am noticingunexplained,moving shadows and unaccounted movement in myperipheral vision. My fifteen month old daughter appears to seesomething which she points to and tracks with her eyes and head.Upon occasion she has appeared to follow it looking puzzled. I amthe only one willing to live there and put up with the extraquirks particular to our home. I have lived many a night in fearand don't want my child growing up that way. So I think I will bemoving. Hope I didn't bore anyone:)