For varying reasons and purposes, I've lived in 9 different locations over the past 14 years. I finally got a bit of a break from moving when my wife and I moved into our current home in 2005. I lived in Grafton (part of Yorktown, VA) with my parents from 1984 to 1997. I can only imagine what might have happened before we moved into that house. We bought it from a family that had 2 children; a son and a daughter. Anyway, I say, "I can only imagine," because a lot of bad things happened in that house while we were there; though the vast majority of them were not paranormal - to my knowledge. I had often felt negative "vibes" in that house. I rarely felt scared and can't say for certain that I ever saw anything. There were a few occasions where I thought I saw a shadow, usually about the size of a cat, out of the corner of my eye. However, I'm not going to say that it was definitely something paranormal.
The only thing that sort of gave me a creepy feeling sometimes was the attic. It was a plain attic with a pull-down door and stairs. I had no problem going up there while others were around. It didn't look creepy. There would be times though while I was lying in bed (day or night) and I'd just get this strong feeling that something was up there. Something that was either sitting right on top of or near the pull-down door. This door, by the way, was in the ceiling just outside of my room. I was 13 (almost 14) when we moved into this house and I continued to get these feelings off and on for several years. I just thought of this... That hideous creature that I saw an "image" of (see my story What's In The Name) could have been what was in the attic. As I implied above, I never saw or felt anything unusual when I went up there to either put something away or bring something down. It was only at times where I was in my room and the attic door was shut.
I lived in an apartment in Newport News, VA from 1997-1998. I never saw anything there, but I would occasionally get this creepy feeling when I was in the shower. A feeling as if I were being watched. Aside from that, nothing unusual happened. After that, there were several years and several homes where nothing out of the ordinary happened.
Then, after moving back to Newport News, VA from Fort Lauderdale, FL a second time, we were renting a house less than a mile away from where my mother-in-law lives. This was 2004 and, at that time, my wife got up and was often gone by time I got in the shower. On this particular morning, she had left early. I remember my alarm clock had gone off at least once. I usually hit snooze a few times. It was after sunrise and I was lying in bed on my stomach. Suddenly, I heard a female voice call my name. It was as if she were in the same room because she spoke in a normal tone. I was too lazy to get up and check things out at that moment. However, I did get up after my alarm went off again. I took a look around the house. As I suspected, there was no-one there except me. You are probably thinking, "You just fell back asleep and didn't realize it. You were dreaming." Keep reading!
As I said, we moved into our current house in 2005. The next event occurred in either 2005 or 2006. The days kind of ran together then because I had a long period of unemployment. I was lying in bed one day and, again, I heard a female voice call my name. It sounded like the same voice I heard in the other house. It also spoke in the same tone as if it were in the room with me. This time, I immediately got out of bed and asked my wife, who was downstairs, if she had called me. She, of course, said, "No." Fast forward to 2010... I was lying in bed - asleep this time - and a different female voice called my name! This voice sounded more Hispanic. Although the timbre of her voice was different, she spoke in the same tone as the other voices. In other words, as if she was in the room with me. I was diagnosed with sleep apnea earlier that year. Looking back, I strongly believe that "she" thought my life was in danger. I had probably stopped breathing for several seconds. I even mentioned this notion to a friend who believes in spirits. He seemed to agree that she was concerned and, thus, woke me up. The most recent time I heard a female voice call my name it sounded like my mother. The kicker is that she was about 800 miles away at the time! No, she was not on the phone and no-one was conversing with her by other means or listening to a voicemail. I was fully awake this time. Oddly, I don't recall what I was doing, but I wasn't in bed. I have seen my mom since as we just returned from visiting my grandmother in FL. My mom was there too.
Also in 2010... I don't recall the exact time. It was likely between summer and fall. I was unemployed at the time. It was early afternoon and I was taking a nap. I was awakened abruptly by a loud voice. A voice that I immediately recognized as that of an elder cousin. I opened my eyes and saw him as he was entering my bedroom. He woke me up as he was saying, "David Lawrence! What the heck do we got going on here?!" He always called me David Lawrence because his son is also named David. I guess he was surprised to see me sleeping at that time of day. I woke up enough to see him walk into the room and stand at the foot of the bed. He was wearing the type of clothes that he always wore. A button down shirt, a pair of slacks, a tweed sport coat, and an old-style newsboy cap. This was a man who was 82 when he died on Nov 30, 2007! Alas, being tired, I closed my eyes and went back to sleep. I guess that was a bit rude of me. I later invited him to come back, but I haven't seen or heard him since that day. His son, David, and I were once quite close. We're still on friendly terms. We just took separate paths. He now lives in Indiana.
Continued in part 2...