From September 2005 to February 2006, my kids and I rented a house from a friend of our family. It didn't take long after we moved into the house on Conley Road before we started noticing we weren't alone.
The second week we were there, I was walking down the hallway. As I passed the bathroom, something came out of the bathroom. It was down between my knees and my feet, gray and rectangular in shape. It passed by my legs on its way out of the bathroom to my bedroom. At first I thought it was our cat Dobbie, but quickly realized I didn't feel him touch my legs. I then remembered that Dobbie was outside. I went to the laundry room and let him in, just to prove to myself it wasn't Dobbie that passed me. A couple of days later, I saw that same shadow again; this time it was surrounded by sparkly white spots.
Throughout the five months we lived there, my bedroom closet door would open by itself. I would come home from work and the closet door would be open. At first I thought I was not getting it completely shut in the mornings, but one day I was extremely conscious of shutting it. I had come home for lunch that day and made sure the closet door was completely closed when I left. When I came home that evening, the door was open as far as it could go, back against the bedroom wall. I went over and shut it, and then my daughter Jerrica and I went throughout the house opening and closing doors (interior and exterior), trying to create a vacuum, trying to figure what, if anything would cause the door to open. I left the door shut, but not latched, then tried the same thing. Nothing made the door swing open. I even opened the door to see if it would swing open farther, nothing. The floors were apparently level. Before I agreed to rent this house, I had my boyfriend, who builds houses, do a thorough walk-through. The one thing he was really impressed with was how level the floors were.
During the middle of the night, about 7 weeks after moving in, something sat on the end of my bed. I felt the depression near my feet, which is what, woke me. When I moved my feet, it got up and left. I didn't feel anything moving against my feet, like a form or anything. I just noticed the empty space on the bed again. My little boy was sleeping next to me, and I know it wasn't Dobbie. I never felt Dobbie when he got on the bed. The only time I knew Dobbie was there, was when I tried to move my feet. Dobbie also didn't willingly move from the bed. I would have to kick or push him off the bed, and I could always hear him when he landed on the floor.
There were numerous times I would hear an interior door shut. It was usually during the night and only once was it Jerrica shutting her bedroom door. The house was small enough that I could sit on my couch in the living room and see down the hallway to the bedrooms and bathroom. If I was in bed I could see both kids' rooms and the bathroom. Since it happened so often, anytime I heard a door, I automatically looked. Both my kids heard it. The doors were hollow interior doors and the sound was too close and loud to have been a neighbor's car door or house door. Those were thoughts I'd had and checked out.
Around Thanksgiving I was in my little boy's bedroom. I had walked over to his bookcase and saw a black sphere in the air. Perfectly round and black, but almost transparent; just hovering in the air between the bookcase and the window. I stood there for what seemed like at least 5 minutes just looking at this thing. I felt absolutely no emotion from it whatsoever. It was just there and then it just sort of dissipated.
Two weeks before Christmas I was doing dishes on a Sunday afternoon. My little boy, Dalton, was asleep and Jerrica was at my parents. Earlier that day, after we came home from Christmas shopping, Jerrica put the CDs she had picked out for herself for Christmas on the kitchen table. While I was doing dishes, I was trying to count them to see how many she ended up with. They were stacked almost perfectly even and I was having a hard time trying to tell one from the other. I went into the laundry room, then came back to finish the dishes. When I glanced at the table, I noticed the CDs were then stacked like stairs, so they could be counted much easier (each one was a little farther back than the one underneath). This actually took my breath away. More than seeing the shadows and the door incidents, the fact that whoever was living with us could almost read my mind kind of freaked me out. It was cool though. Jerrica had picked out 13 CDs!
About a year after we moved, I decided to "bite the bullet" and share my ghost experiences with Jerrica, hoping and praying I wouldn't scare her to death. Jerrica then told me that when we lived in this house on Conley Road, one day she was looking at a picture of her sister that I had hanging in the hallway. Not only was Jerrica's face reflected in that picture, but there was another face there too. I wish she'd told me then.