Once my mom and her then boyfriend split, we went to move in with my grandparents, in Redlands, California. I lived there a few years before and had noticed weird things going on in the house. Of course nobody believed me. So I basically just kept it to myself.
There would be times when I would be alone watching TV and I would hear footsteps upstairs in my grandparents room. Just walking back and forth. After a while It was annoying so I called out "Who's there?" And of course the footsteps would stop. I just brushed it off.
Another time I was in the kitchen making something to eat when I saw someone run into the office. Thinking it was my grandma, I called out for her, but when I got no response I decided to check it out. Nobody was there. At night I will usually hear someone walking up and down the stairs. The footsteps won't stop unless you say something out loud.
Another time I when I was younger, I was in one of the rooms playing Nintendo, and from the corner of my eye I saw a lady in a white dress on the balcony just staring at me. After I saw that I ran like a fat kid running to a buffet line. I told my mom but she just ignored me and said it was my imagination. So I shrugged my shoulders and resumed playing my game. Only after a few minutes I saw her again. After that, I never slept in that room again.
One of my scariest experiences was 3 years ago. I had come home late, around 2 in the morning, from hanging out with some friends. I walked up the stairs and went into my room. My dog Madison was waiting for me and I played with him for a few minutes. All of a sudden I heard the sliding door open from the room next door and then some footsteps. My dog then started to bark at the wall leading to the other room. I figured it was my grandma closing the balcony door so I went to say hi to her. But once I opened the door the room was pitch black and the sliding door was shut and locked.
I ran back to my room and turned on the radio, TV, and slept with the lights on. The next morning I had asked my grandma if she was in the room next to mine and she told me she hadn't gone in that room all day. I was pretty freaked out after that.
I now live in another city but I still work in Redlands so when I'm too tired to drive home I'll just sleep at my grandparents house. A few weeks ago I went there and slept on the couch and I woke up about 4 times because I kept hearing footsteps when it was just me in the house.
That's pretty much it, sorry if my story was as long as a novel.
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It is very interesting to read your story thanks for sharing. Not many people do so since they think that people might think they are crazy. So thanks for that.
It's funny that you mentioned that your grandparents would not want to get rid of what ever haunts their house. Becuase of your name I see you are hispanic and in many hispanic families there is always a believe of the after life or the souls that did not pass thru. Especialy if they are catholic. Our family's grew up and we did as well always with the idea that there always existed something other than the "alive" ones. Although you mentioned that they would be living with what ever it is I would be intrested in the history or background of the house or town or even neighborhood it is in.
Just a thought.
Take care
Natalin ❤