This house is haunted. Everyone knows it. If you haven't read about the monster in the closet, I suggest you do so sometime. I'm sixteen. I have always been interested in the paranormal. I figured I'd enlighten the world about some of the other paranormal experiences in my house...
When my mom was pregnant with me, she went to sleep in her mother's room (which is now my room). My grandma was downstairs getting milk. My mom looked out into the hallway (there was no door), and standing there in the middle of the hallway was the Virgin Mary. She looked at my mom and said, "It will be okay." My mom threw a blanket over her head for at least five minutes. When she looked back, the Virgin Mary was gone. My mom ran downstairs to tell my grandma. Of course, my grandma brushed it off as nothing.
That same night, my grandfather had a really bad seizure. It scared my mom to death, but she remembered the Virgin Mary saying, "It will be okay." Coincidence?
When I was a few years old, I had a bed in the same room as my mothers. She had woken up randomly in the middle of the night. She looked over to me and sees someone leaning over my bed. She says, thinking it was my grandma, "Mom, what's wrong with Belle?" The figure did not respond. My mom asked again, "Mom! Is Belle OKAY?" The figure turned and looked at my mother. It had no face...
One day, after we had moved out, my dad had to go away for a "business" trip. My mom, brother, and I went to my grandma's for the weekend because that night, my mom had seen someone peeking into our window and she got frightened. Anyways, we were all sleeping. My mom was on the couch on the east wall of the living room, I was on the couch on the north wall. My brother was in his playpen sleeping. Everyone else was upstairs sleeping. I assure you, they were sleeping. I looked out into the kitchen and I saw a very tall, completely blacked out, figure walking passed the kitchen. It scared me to death. I curled up in a ball under my blankets and shook the whole night.
After a while, we moved back into my grandma's house. My brother and I shared a bedroom. This is the bedroom that has the monster in the closet. We were going to sleep. He was about three years old. Out of nowhere he says, "Bye!" So I ask him who he is saying bye to. He replies, "The man that was flying around." I got dead serious and told him to shut up and stop joking. He says, "No Sissy! The man with the gun! He was floating up there." And he points to the one corner on the ceiling. I called my mom because I was scared. She came up and we asked him where the man went, He says "He went up through the roof, but he said he'll be back."
In a different room, my brother was sleeping in my mom's bed with her. He was talking to someone, and laughing. My mom asks who he is talking to, He says, "The guy right there mommy." And my mom says, "There is no guy there." My brother says, "Yes so mommy he is there." My mom commanded it to go away. Apparently it left my brother alone.
That's all I can think of right now. If I happen to think of more, I will post it.