I feel I should give you the background on my home first. The house is about 117 years old and I have lived in it my entire life. I would say the haunting started when I was about three years old. My mother told my I had an irrational fear of being alone upstairs and some times even being up stairs at all! When I was about 5, I remember things started to go missing and then turn up again in peculiar places. One incident, my mother had a jar of money that had vanished and a day later I found it in my doll house, I had no idea how it got there. Along with things being misplaced, we heard disembodied voices, people whispering and my mother on several occasions came to my comfort because she heard a child crying and assumed it was me, when in fact it was not.
When I finally got my own room I was moved into what I now call "the nightmare room". I called it this because as the night went on and I stayed in this room, I started to develop a severe case of night terrors. Every night, I would wake up screaming from graphic gory dreams. I never watched horror movies as a child so when I described the dreams in such detail to my mother, she was shocked. Eventually I was moved from the room and slowly the night terrors stopped but I kid you not, to this day, I sleep with a blanket over my head.
I think the absolute scariest thing though was when I was about 8, there had not been much activity in a while. I was sound asleep when I felt the sensation of almost like someone gently tapping on my calf to get my attention. Well it was enough to get my attention, I opened my eyes and I saw a full body apparition of a young man by the end of my bed, I was so shocked I just screamed at the top of my lungs, and just like that, it was gone never to show itself to me again.
As I got older the activity slowed down, and now at the age of 20 they are almost never active. I don't know if they are just dormant or maybe they only show themselves to children. I guess I will never know.
On a side note in high school, one of my teacher happened to live in my house when she was young just for a short time. She confirmed that she too had heard things in the house and had small things go missing. Other than that tidbit, I know nothing about the history of my home, although I would love to some day find out.
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