After having visitors at night I started getting use to them. I was still very young. My bedroom window was close to the swimming pool. I heard only one time children playing around the swimming pool and laughing. But I didn't call for my mother for then they would disappear.
The footsteps in the hall didn't scare me any more. It was starting to make me fall asleep quicker.
I think I was 13 years old when I woke one night to go to the bathroom. As I walked out of my bedroom I just had to look towards the open planned kitchen and lounge. Just my luck there was a man standing right there in the kitchen looking my way.
I went to my dad and woke him up. The alarm didn't go off but he went to look and as usual they fade away. A few nights later the stove's extractor fan went on. My dad almost crapped himself. But once again no one in sight that he could see.
I knew they believed all the things that happened to me, but how do you explain this to your child?
The scariest thing I experienced in that house was when I was 16. My brother left the house after school and went to a "boy vs man" camp thing. He was suppose to stay there for a year but returned of 6 months. The so called place he went to wasn't what they said they were. But any way... Lucky me! My brother is out of the house and I am moving into his room which is so much bigger than mine.
So happy to have taken over his room and it felt like heaven. A few nights later I woke up and looked straight up at the ceiling. There was a man hanging like "spider man" on the ceiling. He was old. Almost completely bald and grey. He had an American football jacket on that was red and white. He turned his head towards me and took his right hand off the ceiling and pointed a finger at me and said in a loud voice: "YOU!" I can still remember his angry expression on his face.
I yelled as loud as I could and my mom entered my room and switched on the light and he was gone. My mother did go back to bed and I slept with the light on. For quite a while the light was my buddy and the door never stayed closed.
This man, I believe was more of a warning in the future which is now the past. My mom and dad divorced when I was 21 and 1 year later she met a guy. I didn't know then but he looked exactly like the man hanging from my ceiling. He was a bastard! He tried killing my mother a couple of times and when he threw my mom with an iron on her head, which she needed stitches, he was very quick to hide behind a bathroom door when he had to face me. Chicken poop! Luckily my mother did escape his cruel ways.
Back to my story. I moved back to my old room when my brother returned. My dad decided to build on another room onto the house which ended up being the lounge. My friend came to visit me and we were watching movies on the sleeper couch. The new lounge was still empty due to painting that needs to be done. My mom did cover the windows with old curtains. We were 17. It was about midnight and we heard a funny noise coming from the kitchen. Then all of a sudden something black came past us in a flash and straight out the new lounge window, which was closed then. The noise the window made was if someone was banging on the window.
We ran to my father and woke him up. He took out his gun and made his way to the kitchen and found nothing. He walked to the window were we saw this thing going to. The window was opened. But I knew it was closed before.
As the years went past nothing in that house could scare me that I wasn't used to already. My brother moved out to stay with my granny after my grandfather past away. I moved in with my fiance. My parents got divorced and my mother sold the house 3 years after that.
I loved that house and I miss it silly.