In the year of 2001, I had just got married and was pregnant with my first child. My husband and I had just moved into his parent's house which was built in the late 1800's. This house had closets made of newspaper and to get upstairs you had to open the wall which was like a secret door. The original house consisted of the living room, kitchen, 1 downstairs bedroom, and 2 upstairs bedrooms. The other 2 rooms and bath had been added around 1960's.
Our bedroom was the one downstairs at that time, it was one morning around 3:00 am, my husband had to go to work, I was totally awake and had told him bye and kissed him. I was laying in the middle of the bed thinking about how I couldn't go back to sleep, our door was opened and all you could see was a little bit of light shining from the kitchen. As I turned my head to look towards the door I suddenly felt like I was being held down so tight I couldn't move or speak; my vision went black and I heard what sounded like a strong ringing in my ears.
I was doing everything I could to get up because I was scared out of my mind when all of a sudden in front of me but it felt like I was looking through my eyes at what appeared to be a dark, damp, concrete room which was very cold and a window coming towards me and right in front of me it shattered. I heard what sounded like a small child scream out mommy and no sooner than it started, everything was back to normal. My heart was racing and I jumped up as fast as I could and left out the room.
The next day I was afraid to say anything of fear of getting picked on, but where I get along so good with my mother-in-law I decided to tell her. As I was telling her she totally finished my story for me but not having the vision I saw. We both freaked out; it happened in the same room and same place in the bed. Later I had found out below that bedroom was a cellar that was so old they didn't use anymore, my husband told me about a window down there that looked like it had been broken out. When I saw this window (which is underground so we don't know what it was used for) I felt like crying.
Later I had remembered before I had married my husband I was there by myself and heard what sounded like 3 to 4 children laughing. I looked around to make sure it wasn't anyone who came over and I didn't think anything, or about it at that time. Not to long after my experience being held down we moved our bedroom upstairs.
We were coming home from church that night when we noticed coming down the driveway our bedroom light was on and our balcony door was opened. My husband thought I had left it opened and I told him no, so we thought someone was dropped off since there was no one else home and no vehicles. As we walked inside and up the steps all the lights were off and the door was shut and locked to balcony. We freaked out and down the steps we came.
Later that week we had went out and when we came home we had seen what looked like little reddish handprints on our ceiling stretching from the attic door to the side window in our bedroom. That night my husband had told me that his brothers and him and basically several cousins had experienced things. We cleaned the handprints off and they reappeared the next day and then just vanished that night.
I also had to stay alone one night which I slept downstairs because I was afraid. At around 3 in the morning I heard footsteps running back and forth across the upstairs when they became silent I heard what sounded like the pool balls slamming into the side holes of our pool table upstairs. Our house dog I know heard this because he got aggravated and was following the noise with his ears and head until it stopped.
That morning I went up to see and the pool balls were sitting perfectly in the triangle in the center of table. I would not stay there alone again.
Not long after that I was cleaning my room and I heard what sounded to be a little girl crying faintly saying mommy over and over, I got chill bumps and almost cried. I felt as if something was trying to tell me something.
I had never believed in paranormal events until I moved in that house.
In 2003 my mother-in-law bought my niece a doll from a yard sale which was the original Cricket doll. She had no batteries and I had laid it on the couch and her mouth started moving. My mother-in-law burned it because it didn't make sense how it had done that and she herself had experienced things so she felt like maybe we should get rid of it. It always felt like something was watching me too. I had found out that a man had died in the living room, and we had found several old things buried in the ground from the 1800 to 1900's, maybe this is why, but I was also told that once there was a board a homemade one played in that house.
In 2005, we had done been moved out for about 3 years. My husbands parents completely remodeled the house, changed steps to the other side of house and all and nothing was seen or heard since by them, I have only experienced a strong connection to the cellar for some reason whenever I go there, I have since then been trying to figure out some history behind this old house, and I have not experienced any other paranormal experiences any where else.