Joined: 01 February 2010
Year: June 1988 through March 1989
One evening my brother Tim came to visit and decided to spend the night. He said he woke up in the middle of the night to use the restroom. He was walking down the back hallway to the bathroom, when he noticed the back door was flung open. He said he found this strange because when he went to close the door, he saw the dead bolt sticking out of the door. He immediately woke us up; worried someone had broken into the house. Needless to say we found no one. The exterior doors were not the only doors to magically open by themselves. Our bedroom door also began to mysteriously open on its own accord in the middle of the night.
Strange occurrences brought us to the point of having to put a door alarm on our bedroom door at night. We figured if someone was going to break in and open our doors (for what ever little bizarre reason they had to do this) an alarm would go off and wake us up so we could catch them red handed at their little game. But we would wake up to find the door wide open and the alarm had not gone off. When we would move the door ourselves the alarm would blast loud enough to wake the whole city! We didn't know what to think. We decided to put a dead bolt on our bedroom door, this surely would prevent anything from opening the door. (Like this was going to help? It didn't do anything for our exterior doors remember? What were we thinking in our little heads?) What we thought would be a solution, turned out to be nothing more than a joke on us. Regardless of the alarm and deadbolt, the door would still continue to open by itself, without any reasons known to ourselves. We were baffled, so we entertained the ludicrous idea that our doors like to be open! Wrong again.
I think we're on the same wave link now, so it's safe to say that "our ghost" grew tired of just playing with our doors, so it became braver and began to start other activities to amuse itself. I began waking up at night from very violent and morbid nightmares. They were so horrific in nature that I would literally wake up in a cold sweat. This continued for some time.
Two of the dreams I recall vividly was one about my brother Timmy and the other about my cousin Frankie. The first dream I had was about my brother Timmy. I dreamed that he had gone to work and didn't return home. I was notified of his mysterious disappearance. I met with the search team at his last known location. It was a heavily wooded area with a deep river running through it. I walked along the bank of this river wondering what could have happened to him. After no success of finding him, the search team began to clear out. I decided to stay behind and continue to search the woods. As I walked through the woods, it began to grow dark outside, making it more difficult for me to see. I made my way through an area where the moon was shining through the trees, giving me a lighted area to rest. As I approached this area, I discovered an old abandoned car. All the doors were missing from the car, leaving only the interior and external metal frame. I walked over to the car and as I got closer, I could see something large in the back seat. I ran towards the car and found my brother slumped over?.with both legs cut off at the knees. I screamed as loud as I could, hoping some of the search team had lingered behind as I did?and would hear my screams. I heard no reply. I climbed into the back of the car where he were at and found dried blood everywhere. It was a funny rusty looking color. I reached over to him to put him in my arms, but he was so cold and stiff by now. I didn't want to leave him there alone to run for help so I began thinking to myself that if I could only telepathically contact someone to let them know that I had found him?.dead. I sat there, grasping on to him as if to cradle him in my arms, rocking back and forth and repeating over and over again "Dear God, please let someone hear my cries". I must have been talking or screaming in my sleep, because when I woke up, John was apparently shaken by what he'd been hearing me cry out. We got out of bed and sat in the dining room, talking about my realistic dream that had me so shaken. He urged me to call my brother to put my mind at ease he were actually ok, but I couldn't get myself to do it. I feared that had I made that call and he not answered, I would be worried sick. I never did go back to sleep that night, I stayed up watching the clock for an appropriate time to call my brother and make sure he were safely at home. He was.
The second nightmare I had, this one about my cousin Frankie was very much like the one I had about my brother Timmy. I dreamed that Frankie went missing. I remember driving in a car, looking down streets?hoping to see his car parked somewhere on the side of the road. The dream seemed to last forever, driving in the dark?.looking down dark, abandoned streets for any sighting of him. The search turned up nothing, so we returned back home. I changed my clothes and climbed into bed, waiting for John to get out of the bathroom. As I lay on the bed, I began feeling as if something wet were dropping on my forehead. When I looked up, I discovered blood seeping from the cabinet doors in our headboard. I jumped up and swung the door open. I found Frankie curled up into a ball and stuffed into our headboard. I jumped off the bed screaming. Again, I woke John up screaming and crying out loud. These morbid types of dreams continued, night after night?.but they began having to do with people I didn't even know or recognize.
The dreams not only troubled me in an emotional way, but also began affecting me physically as well. One night I woke up and felt very sick to my stomach, I thought perhaps I'd gotten a virus or something, so I went to the bathroom. I was standing at the sink rinsing my face, when the door knob began to slowly turn as if someone were trying to open the door. I assumed it were John checking to make sure I was alright. I called out to him "John is that you?" working my way towards the door. Things quickly escalated, now it was as if someone was trying to force their way in. The door knob began twisting violently and something began banging on the door. It got more and more intense. The hangers started to fly off the door, dropping at my feet. I started screaming for John, for what felt like forever. Then it just came to an abrupt stop. I then heard a light tap on the door...It was Johnny asking me if I was o.k. I stood with my head against the door, crying and whimpering?.barely able to speak. John stood there, trying to coheres me to open the door immediately, he could tell by the tone of my voice and my crying that I was obviously shaken. I then swung the door open and shouted "There's someone in the house!" He ran and grabbed his gun and searched the house. He found all the windows and doors were locked from the inside. No one was there!
We had three cats and we suspect they must have also sensed something in the house as well. We would often hear them hissing and growling. One evening, John told me to look at my cat Sabastian. I walked over to him to find his hair on his spine all cringed and standing up. I couldn't see anything, but he definitely saw or felt something. All three cats would at different times act oddly as if they were fleeing from something.
One day, when my husband and I got home from work, immediately we noticed something unusual in the living room on the coffee table. There was an old rotten piece of material just laying there as pretty as you please. Johnny picked it up to examine it and then handed it to me. It had a very old musky, burnt smell to it. We didn't know where it came from or how it got there. We looked all over the house, figuring the cats must of drug it out from somewhere, but couldn't find anywhere it could have come from. Johnny even checked the attic. It didn't come from our furniture, because that was all purchased brand new. We never found where this piece of material came from.
The back bedroom or spare room was not ever occupied, it stayed very, very cold, so cold that you couldn't go in that room without wearing a sweater or something warm. The carpet was stained with the same funny rusty color I had seen in a nightmare of my brother being murdered. We had a professional cleaner come in to clean it, but he was baffled by the stains. He told us that he would clean them and they would just reappear seconds later. He didn't know what they were, only that they wouldn't go away. I mention this, because I always got a very eerie feeling in that room, it gave me chills, so we basically kept the door closed and didn't put anything in there except junk.
Soon, we had new neighbors move in next door, a pastor at a local church, his wife and their children. One day when we got home from being out all day. They rushed over to let us know something really strange had happened while we were out. They said they began hearing violent screaming and profanity coming from our home. They went to check to see if we were all right, because they'd never heard us fighting before. When they went to check on us?they soon realized we weren't home.
I was home early from work one day and decided to cook a nice dinner for John and me. My sister Toni and brother-in-law gave us a glass pot for Christmas, exactly like the one they'd used for years and loved. I was unloading the dish strainer to make room in the sink to rinse vegetables. All I remember is while holding the pot mid-air to lift it up to put it in a cabinet, was an ear deafening explosion. I looked own and realized the pot had just exploded in my hands. There was glass everywhere?.all in my arms?all over the floor. I was bare foot, so when I tried to go get the broom to sweep it up; I cut my feet to the point that I had to call for emergency assistance. There was blood everywhere. There was no logical explanation for this pot exploding in my hands, because I called the company and they said the only way it could have done this was if the pot were hot and immediately placed in cold water and then perhaps hit or tapped on something.
One night, I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep. I hadn't fallen asleep yet when I began feeling someone caressing my body. I thought it was Johnny, so I turned to him, to playfully slap his hand away from me. When I reached to swat his hand away, there was no hand there to slap. I turned over to touch him, but found him lying with his back facing me. I began shaking him and screaming like a maniac. He jumped up and turned on the light. I was hysterical with fear?.screaming something about someone touching me while I was trying to fall asleep. Again a search of the house uncovered nothing. Ironically the bedroom door was wide open and the dead bolt was sticking out of the door in the locked position. The alarm had not gone off either. This was the first and only time that I had actually felt physically violated by what ever was plaguing my life with the paranormal. It was this breaking moment that both John and I realized we could no longer live in this home comfortably. Be at peace with our new lives we had started together.
Our last experience in this house came on Valentine's Day. I was waiting for my husband to get home from work to go out for dinner. I was in the back bathroom getting ready, when I began to hear what sounded like a child crying or whimpering. I just stood there for a few minutes, to make sure I was hearing what I thought I was hearing. I left the bathroom to look around and it appeared the sound was not coming from one central area, but emanating through the whole entire house. I called my sister; Toni, because I wanted her to hear it, but as soon as she picked up her end of the phone, the sound stopped immediately.
We made the final decision that we could no longer endure the events occurring in this home and had to decide what we were going to do about it. We didn't have many choices because this home had drained us financially. We had nothing left on our credit cards, no savings and no money in our checking account left to pick up the pieces and move on. One weekend while visiting the construction site where my sisters Rita and Regina were having a new home built, they brought to our attention that the home directly across the street from theirs was up for sale. They said every so often they would see the man who owned the home drop by and work around the abandoned house and when they saw him next, they would speak to him about the home. Within a week, they called with the news that the man was asking a mere $77,500 for the home and would be willing to carry the mortgage himself. We later made an appointment to walk through the home to see the interior and discuss the details of possibly purchasing the home.
We walked through this incredible one story ranch style home, with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room and dining room. Most homes in this area were only one a quarter acre to half acre and our gold mine was sitting right dab in the middle of one acre of land. It was a dream come true?.actually?.too good to be true. You know the old saying "If it sounds too good to be true, then it probably is"? This was our case. After speaking to the owners of the property, we decided the deal was too great to pass up. So we came to an agreement that we would be allowed to move in to the home until the final closing and in the meantime pay rent to live in the home.
We ended up calling the man we bought the house from to tell him that strange things were happening in the house and we just couldn't live there anymore. He didn't seem a bit surprised by the news and gladly agreed to buy the home back from us for what remaining balance we owed. He came by for us to sign the deed back over to him and by that weekend we were moving out of house of hell.
I had a very close friend and co-worker who lived right down the street. She would come in to work and tell me about people moving in and out of that house within a week to a month after moving in. She said the longest period of time in which anyone lived in the home was almost a month. Rumor had it that the house was haunted.
In Depth Details About Our Neighbors
and What We Discovered About Our Home:
We quickly made friends with all of our neighbors. There was the elderly woman, who lived to our right, a couple who lived across the street from us and a pastor and his family who lived to our left.
The couple, who lived across the street from us, was either military police or security officers at the nearby air force base. How we came to know this couple is very strange. One night after eating dinner and relaxing in the living room, watching TV.....we heard a knock at the door. It was the woman, who was a military police...but we didn't know it at the time, she wasn't in uniform. She told us that she had come home for lunch earlier that day and discovered our front door wide open. She thought it was kind of strange, being our car wasn't home...but figured may be one of us were home. We told her "No, no one was home; we were both at work all day". She said she knew...because she stuck her head in the door, called out...but no one answered, so she politely closed the door and went on her way. (This happened prior our putting dead bolts on the doors). We were already aware our doors were opening on their own while we were at work, but not knowing what she'd think...what we suspected was causing the doors to open (ghost); we didn't mention it to her. We just thanked her and remarked how odd it was and left it at that. Then it happened again. We had just arrived home from work and she and her husband called us over to their home. She said she again, found the front door wide open...but this time...she went inside the house to make sure no one had broken in....found no one around, except our cats...and closed the door behind her. They both seemed very concerned that this was happening....and suggested we change the locks on our house...which, we'd already done. We then broke down and asked if they believed in ghost....because that's the only logical explanation we had for this phenomenon with the doors occurring. Soon after, they called John and me over to their home to discuss with us, information they had discovered in researching our property's history. What they uncovered was that years prior to our buying the home....rumor had it that the house had been occupied by a man who was arrested in connection to crimes involving missing women. They did not elaborate on the details or whether anyone had been actually murdered inside the home...but they said that there was supposedly a hidden area in our house, where the authorities had uncovered evidence to arrest and convict the man. They believed the location of this hidden area in our home, was somewhere in the kitchen. We all returned to our home and looked all through the kitchen and various parts of the house, hoping to find this hidden compartment or room. But I guess the area had since been covered up when the home was partially remodeled before we purchased it. I asked the man we purchased the home from about this, but he steadily denied it.
A few months prior to our moving out of this house...a pastor, his wife and their children moved in to the house to our left, which was owned by their church. They were very friendly people...and most of our interaction we had with each other was just waves back and forth as we saw each other outside. Then one night...we shared more than just a smile and a friendly wave. John and I had been out all day, visiting with both our mothers. When we returned home later that night and were greeted by the pastor and his wife...actually it were more like they rushed up to us, apparently concerned with something they witnessed. The pastor asked if there was anyone, anyone at all in our home, while we were out. We told him, no that we were the only one's living in the house...and had no guests staying with us...we asked why. He said he and his wife were in their home and began hearing loud screaming and shouting coming from our home. When they looked through the window, they witnessed lights flickering on and off and started to hear foul, obscene language coming from the home. They feared that John and I may be having trouble....so he thought perhaps he could intervene somehow and settle things down. As he walked outside, it was then that he noticed our car wasn't in the driveway as it usually was when we were home. As he began to walk towards our home to see if there was anything he could do to help or calm things down...everything went dead quiet. The lights stopped flickering and the obscenities stopped. He said he returned home and immediately told his wife, something wasn't right. When we returned home...he just had to come over to find out if everything were ok. He said flat out, he had a sinking feeling that something was seriously wrong with the home...he felt there was something very negative in our home. I can't recall what was said next...but I remember I felt as though someone had punched me in the gut. I was overwhelmed by the recent news of what the couple had uncovered and by what the pastor and his wife said they witnessed and was at a total loss of what to do.
It was only a day or two later, that things went from bad to worse. I was outside and saw the elderly woman outside picking oranges up from the ground. I walked over and began assisting in tossing out the oranges that were rotten or half eaten by squirrels. She said if I wanted to take what was left in the trees before the squirrels got to them...to run home and grab a grocery bag. I did...and when I returned, while we were picking the oranges...I don't know how the conversation started, whether I brought it up or she brought it up....but she too said she had witnessed an awful lot of strange things happening in our home. She said it was abandoned for a while, no one ever stayed in it as long as John and I had, and people would come and go...and was happy to see that she would finally have some permanent neighbors next door. That's when she began telling me of the bizarre goings on she witnessed with the house and came right out and said she thought the house was haunted. I agreed and shared with her all that John and I had experienced...along with what the pastor witnessed and what the couple said they uncovered about the home. She said she knew nothing about a man being arrested, but knew for a fact, there was a good reason; no one lived in the house for very long.
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Events occurring in our current home
Years 1989 to 2001
With the experiences in our first home, you'd think we'd been a little more cautious about purchasing and moving into another home without checking into the history of it....or the history of the land.....but.....perhaps we were naive, perhaps just desperate to get out of that dreadful first house....either way, somehow, someway.....we unknowingly moved into none other than.....yes.....another pre-occupied home. More active than the first home? Without a doubt! But this house, as you will read, was different.....not as bad as the first.....but still haunted!
Our ghostly experiences in this home began right away. My first personal experience came one afternoon while moving into the house. My husband was at work, I was home alone. I was in the master bedroom moving a dresser from one side of the room to the other. I was standing in back of the dresser pulling it to a wall. I was facing the door way and I suddenly saw a young man (in his teens) with blond curly hair and a red shirt, walk out of the adjoining bedroom and down the hall. I find it hard to describe what I felt at that moment, because I'd never really seen a ghost before. I'd had plenty of experiences with sounds and other activity, but nothing ever visible before. All I can tell you is, I knew, somehow, this was not a person walking down my hall, it's movement was different, there was no real movement other than it passing by, there were no arms swinging, it was very still and staring straight ahead, as if to just float right by.
Every time I went into the bathroom in the master bedroom, I could hear what sounded like a staticy radio coming from the closet. I could hear voice sounds, but it sounded like a radio that wasn't quite on the station, a lot of interferance, I could never make out what it was saying. This is also the closet that we kept towels and medicines in.
One day while standing in front of this closet I felt like something came up behind me and suddenly sucked all of the air right out of the room. While taking a shower one day, I heard (this is going to sound strange) someone say "Hello", but not only did I hear it, I actually felt the voice in my face. It sounded like a very deep, muffled woman's voice and it felt like a mild pressure pushed in my face. I jumped out of the shower and ran to the phone and started calling my sister Toni. While dialing her number, I started hearing like fingernails tapping on the wall next me. It was like someone impatient tapping on a table...I quit dialing the number and just sat there and listened for a minute...wondering if this tapping was because what ever was just in the shower, was upset about something. After I decided to finish dialing the number, right when my sister picked up the phone the tapping stopped.
Sometimes my husband says I talk in my sleep. One night I woke him up warning him (in a very strange voice) to get out of the house, there was blood running down the windows and walls, he woke me up and I didn't remember anything, not even dreaming.
On another occasion, my husband had just gotten home from the bowling alley and when he got in bed, he said I began talking in my sleep. He said I kept saying "write it all down" and said I described in detail the awful fate of a woman being murdered. Well, within a couple of minutes, I woke up and Johnny asked me if I remembered what I was dreaming, because I was talking in my sleep. At that moment my son Justin began to cry, so I told him to tell me all about it when I got back. Well, Justin and I went to the kitchen so I could get him a glass of water, as we turned to leave we both saw a blond haired woman, with no clothes on, pass the kitchen entrance. We ran to the bedoom and I told my husband what we'd seen, he replied how strange that was and went on to tell me what I'd said when I was talking in my sleep....and he said I described a blond haired woman....just like the one my son and I'd just seen.
One night, my husband got called into work. It was getting late and I was tired. I left the hall light on for him, for when he came home and headed for bed. I got my son Corey (which was around 2 years old at the time) and put him to bed with me. While we were laying in bed, Corey sat up in bed and pointed at the bedroom door (which was barely cracked open). Just as I sat up, the bedroom door flew open. Corey began pointing at the foot of the bed and saying "monster". I grabbed him up, ran to the kitchen and let our outside dogs in. The dogs immediately started barking and growling down the hall way. The next day, my sister Toni came by and asked Corey to show her where he saw the monster...he went into our bedroom and pointed exactly where he did the night before.
One night I woke up and saw the shadow of a woman standing next the side of the bed where my husband was sleeping. She just stood there next to him, as if to just watch him. I must of jumped 10 feet off the bed when I saw her. I grabbed a hold of my husband and started shaking him to wake him up, while I layed there and watched her just standing next to him. When he woke up and looked up, she just vanished.
While in the bedroom folding towels one afternoon, I began hearing a hidious sound coming from the hall. It sounded a lot like a halloween ghost decoration we had that makes a strange booing sound when it's motion sensor goes off. So I yelled out to my husband that the joke was not funny....well it kept making that sound, so I got mad and decided to go give my husband a piece of my mind for trying to scare me. When I walked out of the bedroom the sound stopped. I looked around, but my husband wasn't anywhere in the house. I found him in the back yard watering our orange tree...so I knew it wasn't him. I decided to look for the halloween ghost decoration and I found it alright, in the hall closet, tucked away in a box and with no batteries inside...so what ever was making that strange sound, wasn't "that" little ghost!
My son Corey one day was walking down the hall to his room. He said he saw something move in our bedroom, so he stopped to look. He said he saw a large, dark figure laying on our bed, it stood up and walked across the bed and went into our bathroom. He came running out as white as a sheet to tell us what he'd seen. To this day, he's very leary about moving about the house at night alone or without an escort.
One afternoon me and the kids decided to take a little nap...so I gathered the two kids and put them in my bed with me, this way they would fall asleep and not stay awake and get into any trouble, well...it wasn't them I had to worry about, something else decided to add a little activity to the afternoon. While we were laying down my son's bedroom door suddenly slammed shut very hard. We all jumped up and went to investigate. We found the door closed. We opened the door and went into the room. I looked at the windows thinking, maybe one of the kids left one of the windows open and a hard wind forced the door to slam closed, but they were all closed and locked. We couldn't figure out what made that door slam that way.
Sometimes I'd be in one room and hear someone calling me from what sounded like the living room. Here are a few things I've heard: "Kimberly are you there?, Kimberly....Kimberly, Kimberly....Hello....Kimberly....where are you?". One time I heard someone call out to me, as if to find me and it kept calling me, so I decided to reply "Who's there?" and it answered "Me!". The sound was very strange, because it didn't sound like it was in the room with me, or on the other side of the door, it was like the sound was right in the door itself....I have a very difficult time explaining this....anyway, this was the first and the last time I answered it when it called out to me.
Sometimes (no matter what time of day it was) I would be in the bathroom, getting dressed, putting on make-up or doing my hair and I would hear what sounded like a man clearing his throat. Either this person (ghost) wanted me to hurry up, or just acknowledge that he was there, watching me.....who knows.
While home alone one night, I was sitting on the couch, facing the hall way, reading... with my trusty dog "Judd" at my feet. Suddenly Judd sat up and began to growl, I petted his back and asked him what was wrong. He jumped up and ran to the hall and began growling and barking. He acted as though he were attacking something. Then he'd stop and calmly walk back over to me and lay back down at my feet. He did this several times. So, I called my sisters (Rita and Regina) that lived directly across the street from us. I asked them if they could come over. I thought something might be wrong, Judd was acting very strange. They came over with their gun and took a look around and didn't see anything unusual. After they left, Judd never got back up, so I figured they must of scared away what ever was there.
Right around the time my second child (Justin) was born, I had a job that I would get off from work around 5 a.m. I would come home from work, wake up my husband so he could get ready to go to work. One morning, while sitting in the living room, I saw as plain as day a man walk into the kitchen. I thought it was my husband, so I got up to go talk to my him, but he wasn't there, so I went back into the living room and sat down. I looked up and saw a man standing at the wall by the front door. He was gray in color and had his arms in a crossed position. He moved his right arm up to touch his face, then he just disappeared before my eyes.
My brother Tim came over one day, while Johnny and I were at work. He decided to work on a car he had parked in our back yard . He said he got this strange feeling that someone was watching him. He looked up at our back patio and saw a woman standing, looking out at him through the french door windows. He figured it was me, so he went up to the door and knocked for me to let him in...but when no one answered he looked in the front yard, but didn't see our cars. He didn't know what to think. Needless to say, when I got home, he let me know he thought I had a ghost and she was watching him from our back doors.
On another occasion, my cousin Kenny, his wife Cris and their daughter Crissy came by for a visit. Later in the evening while we were watching a movie, a shell lamp hanging in the corner of the room began to lightly swing. As we all sat and watched it, wondering why it was doing that, it all of a sudden swang real hard and smashed against the wall. We all jumped up and Kenny went over to it and looked around in disbelief.
One night, after our first child (Corey) was born, we heard a toy dog barking in his nursery. So, my husband and I got out of bed and found a tiny toy dog barking and doing tricks on the floor. My husband picked up the dog to turn it off, only the battery cover was missing and there were no batteries in the thing. Needless to say, he threw the toy dog out.
On another occasion, I was putting some things away in a drawer in my son's room and saw his big wheel (toy scooter) roll across the room. It bumped into another toy and kept going, pushing the toy out of it's path....normally this would not be unusual....but there was no one on it at the time!
When my son Corey was a baby, my sister Toni was over for a visit and the baby needed to be changed. So she volunteered. After she changed him, she was putting one of his shoes on his feet when she said she felt like I came up behind her and just stood there watching her. She said it felt like someone very close to her, leaning over her shoulder. She said she made a remark to me "am I doing this right?" but when she turned around to look at me, no one was there...she grabbed up the baby and ran to the kitchen where I was at and told me about her ghostly experience in the nursery.
My sister Regina had a brief visit from a small child. She had come over for a visit one night. We were just heading out the door to go grab some fast food. Regina said she'd stay behind and just wait until we got back home. While we were gone, she was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. She said she looked up briefly to see a little girl standing in the doorway of the dining room peering at her. She was very surprised by it. She said as quickly as the child appeared, she just disappeared. When we got home, she told me about her ghostly experience. Upon talking about the event, Regina mentioned that this was not her first encounter in the house. She had a previous one as well. She said but the other vistor was walking through the dining room and only appeared as a large black haze in the shape of a very tall man, passing from one side of the room to the other. (For more details about these experiences Regina had in my house see Rita, Regina and Gary's Page).
Every morning when I would leave to go to work, I would go into garage where we kept our car. I would always hear sounds of someone walking around in the attic. It sounded like someone wearing wooden shoes. Well, around a year later we got a call from the previous owners and they told us they had left a trunk in the attic with dolls. They wondered if they could come pick the trunk up. Well, when they came by, they got the trunk and some baby furniture that was up there and the lady opened the trunk of dolls and began telling me how these things had belonged to her daughter and how they had sentimental value. So, I figured her daughter was off at college or something, but when I asked her about her daughter, she explained to me that while they lived in our home, her daughter was very young and died in a tragic accident. After they took the trunk with their little girls things, we never heard the sounds of walking in the attic again, nor did we hear the sounds of a radio coming from our bathroom closet again.
My husband used to be on call, and one night his beeper went off and he had to leave for a short while. While he was gone, I decided to go to bed. I was awoken by our garage door that enters into the dining room, being open and closed. I thought it was my husband home and doing something in the garage, so I got up to check and saw he wasn't home. I looked around and didn't see anyone, so I went back to bed. The next day, he told me when he got home from work, he layed down on the couch for a few minutes and all of a sudden the garage door was being slammed open and shut. He went and looked in the gargage, thinking it was me up, but when he checked no one was there. So he went to the bedroom and saw me asleep. Oddly the slamming he heard was hours after the slamming I heard earlier that night.
On several occasions, while sitting in the living room, I would see like a black hazzy smoke travel along the ceiling. It would come out of my son's room and make a turn into our bedroom. This happened quite often. Also, I've seen shadows traveling along the walls of the hall way.
Once my husband was getting ready to leave for work....after giving me a kiss, he was started heading to the front door. A picture hanging in the hall next to where I was standing began to trimble and shake....he heard it and came back to see what it was. As we stood there, I put my hand on the frame to check to see if what we were seeing was real...the picture then stopped shaking after a few moments.
One night while working late on my computer, I heard what I thought was my husband walk into the room. When I turned around, there was no one there. I figured he was playing a joke on me, so I thought I'd be smart, get up and look out the back french doors. I stood there actually watching my back through the reflection of the room in the window. I didn't see him anywhere. After a few minutes I heard what sounded like him leave the room and walk around to the other side of me from the kitchen, but still I could see no reflection, so I thought I've had enough, so when I went to check to see where he was, because I know I heard him walking around.... he was in bed...so what was the walking I heard? I never did find out!
One morning around 9:30 a.m I was sitting in the recliner in the living room. My small dog Chewy was laying down at the foot of the coffee table. Suddenly he sat up and started turning his head....like he does when ever he's looking at something. This caught my eye, so I turned to see what had his attention. Just as I turned around, I saw the shape of a person...but it had no fascial features, it was just solid black. It made a slight movement upwards then dove down next to the side of the love seat, as to hide. I sat there for a few seconds...my heart was beating so fast, I could literally feel it pounding outside of my chest. I called the name of my oldest son...hoping it was him playing a trick on me. But there was no answer. So I called the name of my second son, still no answer. I got up and turned on the hall light, then I turned on the living room light. I walked through the foyer and peeked around at the area where I saw this figure. When I didn't see anything, I went to the kids room...they were asleep...but I think I already knew that, I just needed to confirm it. I was so scared I woke the kids up and left the house until 4:00 that evening. I told my sister and cousin, by now you'd think I'd be used to it, but it always seems to catch me off guard. Regardless, it still scares the heck out of me!
I had fallen asleep one night and was awoken to whispering in my right ear. I just layed there convincing myself, I had been asleep and it had to be me dreaming. I layed there for another few seconds, when all of a sudden it started again...my heart began to race and my body started to tremble all over. Using my foot, I kicked my husband and called out to him...when he responded...I said..."Did you hear that?" He responded no. Another second or two passed and the whispering started again, it didn't sound like something coming from around the room....it was right up to my ear! It was a woman's voice, whispering very quickly, I couldn't make out what she was saying...she was talking too fast and whispering too low, not to mention, I wasn't concentrating on the message so much, because I was scared out of my mind! Then I heard at the foot of the bed, a man's voice say something like "It was time to go" also in a whispering tone. I then yelled out to my husband...."Did you hear that? Was that you?" He responded no....the whispering never did start back up....I didn't fall back to sleep until my husband's alarm clock went off for him to get up to go to work.
The very same morning as the above incident, I got up and was in the kitchen doing some things. I suddenly felt like I wasn't alone, I felt like a presence behind me. At first I brushed it off from the jitters of the whispering I heard earlier. Then my little dog started barking like crazy. He was in the dining room, facing me, barking! I was so scared, I didn't want to turn around...I was too afraid I might see something standing there. So I just stood there, very still for a while. When he quit barking, I left the kitchen and went and sat in the living room. I turned on the t.v. and told myself....it's all in my head....it's all in my head...I hope!!
After conversing with a professional in this field about my situation in this house, it came to me how many times, how many things that have happened around here, that I have brushed off as just being my imagination, when in fact, it might not have been after all. But after me asking a few questions and him giving me some logical explanations to these events we experience, I felt compelled to add them to my page.
There was an incident with my youngest son Justin that I really never gave two thoughts about until now, but I really shouldn't say that either, because at the time, I did think something was array. I guess, I just put it in the back of head and forgot about it. One morning, my son Justin and I were sitting at the table having breakfast after dropping off my oldest son Corey at school. Justin was around 4 then, so I guess I thought maybe he was developing an imaginary friend.....I thought....I hoped. Well, as we sat there, I was at the end of the table and Justin was to my left and after a few minutes into the meal, he began to kind of giggle about something. So I asked him "What's so funny?" and he just shook his shoulders at me. Another few minutes went by and he started giggling again. So I asked him again "What are you giggling about?" and he said "The little boy" and I replied "What little boy?" and he pointed across the table, which was to my right and he said "Him" and being we've had other experiences in the house, I thought to myself...."No way!" We sat there for awhile and he didn't giggle anymore after that, so I decided to wait awhile and ask him about the little boy. When I did ask him who the little boy was, he said, he didn't know him, he never saw him before and that he had a funny face that made him laugh. Just before I decided to add this story to this page, which he is nearly 5 now, I thought he probably would not remember the incident, but to my surprise he did. So I sat him at the table like we were that morning and asked him about the little boy. He said after that morning he never saw the boy again....but remembers that it was a little boy who made funny faces at him.
One night I was up late chatting on the internet with my cousin Roxanne. Everyone had already gone to bed. She was having problems with her computer, so I got off the internet and we decided to finish the conversation over the phone. I sat at my desk and after about a half an hour, I saw what appeared to be a shadow come up on my right hand side. I turned to look, but nothing was there. I mentioned it to Roxanne, how it spooked me and we went on to discuss or try to find an explanation of what it might have been.
Several weeks later, again I was up, chatting on the internet with my cousin Roxanne, when I suddenly felt like someone came up from behind me. I turned to look, but no one was there. Several minutes went by and I was typing on my computer, when I saw what appeared to be a shadow come up from the left hand side of me, but this time, it was casting a shadow on my calendar that sat on my desk. I just sat there, thinking, this has got to be my imagination running wild, but when I turned to look in that direction, I literaly saw it move as if to go away. I sat there very freaked out and didn't do anything....really I didn't know what to do.
A few nights later, everyone was in the livingroom and had fallen asleep on the sofa and recliner and again, it was late, and I was chatting with my cousin Roxanne. Suddenly I got that feeling again, like someone coming into the room. I turned around to look but no one was there. After a while I was just sitting there typing away, when, out of the corner of my eye a shadow came up to me, like someone coming up looking over your shoulder. Then as quickly as it came, it went away. I told myself.....it's nothing. After awhile, maybe an hour or so later, the back of my chair; the back rest, began to shake, like someone had a hold of it shaking it, but in a quick, gentle kind of way. I leaned forward and typed the message out to my cousin, I was going to have to go, because I was getting spooked, the back of my chair is trembling. I looked at the chair, but didn't see it shaking, so I leaned back in it, all was fine. A minute or two went by and it started shaking again. I then told her, I really had to go, and I got off the computer as quickly as I could and went to bed. The next morning, I sat in my chair, exactly as I did the night before and tried to get my chair to do that again, but it didn't. The only way I could make it do what it was doing, was to grab on to the back rest with my hand and shake it very quickly, and I have to tell you.....that little test run, gave me the creeps. Since then, I have sat in the chair quite often, and ironically it has never done it again.
I was up late one night, everyone had already gone to bed. It was probably around three in the morning and I had just climbed into bed. After a few minutes, I felt something hop on the bed. Then it slowly crept between my husband and I. It stopped just about up to my knees. I have to say, it scared the heck out of me. So, I just curled close up to my husband and asked him to hold me, because I was scared. A few nights later, it happened again....now I was really freaking out, but I thought to myself.....maybe it's nothing. Maybe it's just my husband moving his foot or something, and my imagination is running wild. So, I didn't say anything to anyone. About a week later.....I got up and my husband was sitting on the love seat in the living room. I went into the dining room to check my email and he called me into the living room. He said "Have I got something strange to tell you!" I sat down to listen....and I don't think I was prepared to hear what he was about to tell me. He said, he had decided to stay up late the night before and said, it was around three in the morning. He had just gotten into bed when all of a sudden, he felt like something jumped onto the foot of the bed. Then it slowly walked between him and I. He said, he could literally feel the blanket moving as it walked. He jumped out of bed and turned on the bathroom light to see what it was, but nothing was there. He said he went around the house looking for something, he didn't know what, but he was sure he'd find an explanation for it. After finding nothing, he went back to bed and had a hard time falling back to sleep, because he was so puzzled about it.
The very next day, following the incident above, I was in the living room, putting on my shoes to go to the grocery store. I was leaned against the recliner, getting one of my shoes on, when suddenly, out of no where, this little tiny rubber ball the size of a ping pong ball, came rolling down the hall and hit the back of the recliner, bounced, hit the wall and then just kind of rolled around. I stood there, just looking at this ball in motion, thinking....I don't believe it. I looked down the hall, but no one was there. I called out to the kids, but no one answered. I went to the back door and called out to my husband to let him know I was leaving and the kids ran up, so I knew it couldn't have been either of them. Just as I was about to leave, I stood at the front door, looking at the hall, thinking.....this is too much.
Just when I thought I was getting a little peace and quite. Nothing had happened since the incident with the little ball rolling down the hall on October 19, 2000. As always, it waits, catching me off guard, then bang....something happens, as if to remind me, what ever is here, is still around. I don't know why I was so surprised when this happened, because the signs had been approaching me. For a few days before this incident, I kept seeing things moving about from the corners of my eyes. I chose to ignore these signs and pretend that what I was seeing, had some sort of logical explanation. Then, the obvious confirmation came. I was on my computer responding to an email message and my little dog Chewy, came over and layed at my feet. My computer started going haywire. I had to retype my message over and over until finally on the 3rd attempt, the message was finally completed, but not without interruption. Chewy suddenly sat up and began to growl. I looked down to see what was going on and I saw him looking towards the kitchen. He just sat there for a few minutes, growling at something....I didn't see anything, but he certainly did. Again, for the moment, I brushed it off. Then that night before going to bed, I passed by my son's bedroom and shut the door. No sooner after getting into bed and covering up, I heard my son's bedroom door open. But no one was sleeping in the room. My son had fallen asleep with my other son on the couch in the living room. Not a second had gone by, when it felt like someone came and layed down right next to me. After this thing got into my bed, I felt a small bump against my hip, as if someone were scooting to get closer to me. Then a minute or two went by and the same thing hit my shoulder blade. I scooted further away from this area and got close to my husband, because it did feel as if someone were laying right next to me. At one point, I swung my arm out to see if I could feel anything laying there, but I didn't. Another few minutes went by and it felt like someone seperating or parting the back of my hair. I reached back and rubbed my head. It stopped. Then a few minutes went by and I felt it again, but this time, I didn't do anything, I just layed there. And the feeling of something parting my hair went from just below the crown of my head all the way down the back of my skull. I want you to know, this was not easy for me to do....I was scared to death. I then reached back to see if my hair was parted, but it was not. I then got as close up to my husband as I could, because I was so scared. After awhile, of not being able to sleep after that, when nothing else happened, I moved away from my husband and got back on my side of the bed. About a half an hour had gone by and I debated about getting up and going to watch tv or just laying there. That's when the whispering began. I wasn't sure what I was hearing, because to be honest, at first it sounded like heavy, deep, delayed breathing. Then it became more distinctive. It either got closer or louder, I'm not sure which. My heart started pounding very fast as I just layed there listening. When the sound got distinctive enough for me to confirm to myself it was definately whispering I heard, I was able to make out part of the message. Of the whole message, the only part I was able to understand was that it was saying my name very slowly as if to sound out the syllables. It said "Kiiiiim....berrrrr....lyyyyy". I began poking at my husband to try to wake him up, with no success. It eventually all came to a stop. I want to explain that the sound of the voice, sounded almost like a man were talking into the cups of his hands or into a tunnel type object. I sit here adding this event to my page....thinking to myself, perhaps wishing.....how nice it would be to live the life of a skeptic.
I was hestitant to add this event.....because, well frankly, it frightens me to even think about it. Well, here it goes. The night after the event above, I had gone to bed a little before midnight. At exactly 3:24 a.m, I woke up. I was very thirsty and had a difficult time breathing. When I turned on the lamp next to the bed, I looked over at my husband and he was laying there awake looking at me. He asked me what was wrong. I told him, I was having a hard time breathing and was very thirsty. He made a pun that it was perhaps from all the yacking I was doing. I asked him what he meant and he explained that I had been talking in my sleep again. I could tell by the look on his face, it wasn't going to be pretty. So I proceeded to the kitchen to grab something to drink and when I got back, I didn't like what I was hearing. He said I woke him up saying a bunch of stuff. He said he tried to listen carefully and make out what I was saying, but couldn't. Only a few words here and there. After a while of rattling on a bunch of nonsense, I stopped. He layed there, thinking I was through, but I started up again. But this time, he said as he layed there looking at me oddly (he admits), he said all of a sudden a voice came from somewhere in the room and shouted "Don't look at her like that!" He said that it was the creepiest thing he'd ever heard or experienced.
The other night (December 19, 2000) I had gone to bed late and I had just gotten into bed when something jumped up onto the bed....again. This has happened before. But this time, when it jumped on the bed, it like straddled over me....I could feel four feet.....two on each side of my right ankle. I never felt it move or walk....just stand there, very still. I began praying. I kept praying over and over asking to make what ever was on my leg leave. Nothing else seemed to happen, so I moved my leg. I didn't feel anything there, so it must of went away, while I was praying.
One morning, before anyone awoke....I was up doing some housework. I headed to the bathroom, to continue cleaning. After a few minutes of wiping down the sink area, I suddenly heard the sound of a heartbeat in the room. I stopped what I was doing to try to listen to what the sound was.....because frankly, at first, I wasn't sure what the sound was, it sounded like a heartbeat, but I wasn't really sure. After a while, the sound was very distinctive. It was definately a heart beat. The rhythm.....could not be mistaken. I was puzzled by it....so I walked out of the room and stood outside the doorway to see if the sound was perhaps coming from somewhere else in the house (I guess I was trying to exclude any other possiblities that could make this sound) and as I walked out of the room, the sound stopped immediately. I went back into the bathroom and the sound never started again.
A few days after Christmas, I was working on my computer and the kids were in the back bedroom playing a game. All of a sudden they both came running into the dining room where I was at all out of breath. I asked what was going on....and they said, that while they were playing a game, they heard loud footsteps walking around the bedroom. My oldest son; Corey said at first he didn't think anything of it, he thought it was someone coming down the hall. After a while, they both realized that the footsteps weren't in the hall at all....but in the room with them....walking around the room where they were at. They said it frightened them right out of the room.
It was late one night and I had been working on the computer. I kept getting these strange spurts of chills and the eerie feeling of being watched. I turned around a few times to see if anyone was standing there, but there wasn't anyone. I was somewhat creeped out about it and decided that it was late and perhaps I should just call it a night...so I headed for bed. The kids and my husband had already gone to sleep. I checked on the kids and made sure they were all tucked in. I went to the bedroom, climbed into bed and no sooner after pulling up the covers, something jumped on top of the bed. At the same time I felt something jump up on the bed, the blanket made a slight tug away from me....so something must of physically jumped on the bed. I poked at my husband; laying next to me, and told him "Something jumped on the bed again!". With in a few seconds....I heard a man's voice whispering. It sounded like it was coming from my husband's side of the bed, as though something might have been right next to him or on that side of the room. Again, I poked at my husband and told him about the whispering. He mumbled something about not hearing anything, then went back to sleep. Another minute or two went by.....and the whispering began again. This time, the sound traveled from my husband's side of the room.....to directly in front of me, at the foot of the bed. It was there only briefly before I pulled the cover's over my head and started praying for protection. When I finally pulled the covers off....what ever was there, was now gone.
Shortly after midnight, everyone settled down for the night. I had barely fallen asleep when I was awoken, by the strong feeling of someone being in the room. I sat up, focused my eyes and looked around. The hall light was on, so I could see pretty well, but didn't see anything. I brushed it off as nerves from the night before.....layed back down and that's when I heard someone call out my name very quickly; it wasn't too loud, but it wasn't a whisper either.... just slightly below the normal level of someone speaking. It sounded like a child's voice....or a tone similar to a child's. It startled me so bad, that I jumped up onto my husband's side of the bed and latched onto my him. He woke up and I told him what had happened. He layed there briefly to see if anything else would happen.....but when nothing else did. He went back to sleep. Still scared about it...I layed there a little while longer before finally falling asleep. What's really creepy, is while laying there, trying to fall back to sleep, I thought about what happened, and it was almost as though, this "child" said my name, as if to tell me "over here" when I was scanning the room to see if I could see anyone.
It was early in the morning and I was in the bathroom doing some cleaning. I was stopped by the sound of a light pounding on the walls (and I don't mean quiet, because it was kind of loud, I mean, sort of a dull sound). As I stood there listening to it.....I realized this sound, was very familiar. It was the exact sound of a heart beating. It went on for a minute or so, and that's when I decided to step out of the bathroom and see if perhaps the source was coming from somewhere or something else. As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom to investigate, it stopped. I stepped back into the bathroom, thinking it might start back up, but it never did.
It was around 10 p.m and my husband and I were watching television in the living room. I had just gotten up from the love seat to go to the kitchen to grab a snack, when John stopped me, by holding out a glass and asked if I would make him some tea. I turned to him, to take the glass from his hand and something caught my eye in the dining room. I looked straight ahead and there was a child standing there. He was very still and staring back at me. He was standing between the dining room table and my computer area. He was somewhere between 9 and 11 and he had kind of dark blonde to light brown hair. I immediately took notice of his hand area, it was like he had his fingertips from each hand touching together, but in a very relaxed position. Within 3 to 4 seconds, he darted towards the dividing wall of the living room and dining room. I waited a few seconds to gather myself together and walked into the dining room to investigate.....and of coarse, nothing was there. I looked under the table, nothing. My husband obviously didn't see the child because he began questioning what I was doing. I told him, I just saw a little boy, who kind of looked like Corey (our oldest son). He asked if I was sure, it wasn't Corey....and I said, yes I'm sure, he looked totally different from Corey.....but about the same age. I can't help but wonder, if this is the same child my youngest son Justin saw a while back, sitting at our dining room table, making funny faces at him. Because he too described the boy about the same size as Corey....but said, he didn't look like Corey, meaning his face was different....exactly how I would describe the child I saw.
It was somewhere after three in the morning (which happens to be the most active time around here) and I had been up late watching the I Love Lucy Show....the kids had fallen asleep on the couch....so after the show, I carried the kids one by one and put them both in my oldest son Corey's room. And, I always close all the doors in the house, except our bedroom....mainly because it makes me feel safe....I know it sounds silly, but it's just something I've been doing for years. Well, after getting the kids to bed, I got the strangest feeling someone was following me around as I was going around turning the lights off (except in the kitchen) and closing all the doors. Well, I had just gotten to my son Justin's room (which was empty) and just before I closed his door, this strange/eerie feeling come over me. I almost couldn't close the door fast enough. I continued onto bed....and no sooner did I climb into bed, I heard my son Justin's door creek slowly open. And you know each door in your home has it's own distinctive sound....so there was no mistaking this was definately Justin's bedroom door. My small dog Chewy must of sensed something, because he went to our bedroom door and began to growl and bark. I sat up in bed....looked over at Chewy....and I knew he was seeing something. I called him over to me....and within a few moments he was back at it. I layed back down, got as close as I could to my husband...and eventually fell to sleep. The next morning...I went straight to Justin's door to see if it was open, but it wasn't. I opened it in hopes Justin woke up and went to his room.....fat chance, when I looked in Corey's room, there he was, still tucked on the inside of the bed....close to the wall. I assume what ever it was, must of been immitating the sound of the door opening....I don't know. But one thing's for sure, I heard it...and Chewy definately saw it!
As I sat here adding the previous event about the door opening, my son Corey was in the living room watching television. He ran over to me to tell me there was someone at the front door. I asked him if he was sure and he said yes, he heard a knocking sound coming from the door. I got up, looked out the peep hole....nothing. I sent him to go get his father.....he came into the room and Corey told him what had occured. I looked out the blinds, didn't see anyone, so I called out a few warnings, then opened the door....but nothing. I looked around outside, but no one was there. Me, personally....I've heard the same kind of knocking through out the house off and on.....it even sometimes sounds like someone tapping on the ceiling. Several weeks back, I heard it while working on my computer...it sounded like a tiny wrapping on the wall....like I've heard many times before.....a better description of it would be more like clicking of fingernails on a table.
It was a little after 9 a.m., I had just finished cleaning a lamp in the dining room and had gone into the kitchen to put the glass cleaner away. As I was standing at the pantry, a child's voice said from behind me "Where's my suppa, huh, where's my suppa?" I was quite startled by it. Although the voice was loud and clear, my first reaction was to assume it was one of my children. As I turned around to see who was standing there, I replied "What?" But no one was there. So, I proceeded into the dining room and asked again "What?"....still no answer. I could tell by the accent and the pitch of the voice that it wasn't one of my kids, but I went ahead and walked around to see if one of them were up and about. But as I thought, my children were still asleep in bed. So, I was able to confirm what I heard had to be a confused ghost asking for supper at nine in the morning.
It had been almost a month of peace and quiet around here. As usual, when we least expect it....something happens....and scares the heck out of us. Anyway, it was around three something in the morning and I was pretty comfortable staying up that late....alone, after all nothing had happened in a while, so I really was caught off guard by this. Everyone had gone to bed and I'd been up late by myself. I headed to bed and got all settled in, when suddenly something happened. It was like either something jumped on the corner, at the foot of the bed, or someone sat down really heavy or really hard. I immediately jumped up, turned on the lamp.....looked, but nothing was there. I swooshed my feet around under the covers, to see if I could feel anything....but nothing, not an impression, not a bump, not a nothing. I must of laid there another 3 hours, scared to death and lamp on, before finally falling asleep.
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