First off I just want to say how much this site has helped me. I live with some pretty terrible memories from paranormal encounters, and this place has become my refuge.
This experience started when I was six and continued for as long as I visited my Grandmother's house. We moved in with her since my mother was so sick. My aunt and her youngest daughter were also living there. So it was a very full house. I'll give the lay out to make following my experience simpler.
The front yard had a small wood fence that surrounded the grass. At the front of this fence was the newspaper box, and this bordered the dirt road. The front porch was added on and it was made of wood and had two steps, off to each side was my Grandma's rosebushes. When you walk in the house you are greeted by a built in entry way table. It's just a mirror on top of cabinets and it has a flat area to set stuff. Off the left is the dining room and to the right, the formal living room, and the door to the master bed room. On the other side of that mirror are the other two bed rooms which face each other and then the bathroom. Off of the dining room is the family room, kitchen and laundry room. The laundry room and family room both have doors that were originally for going outside, but my Grandma had a large room added on that became not only for storage but my play room and my cousins bedroom when she got older. If you went out to the car port off to the left corner was my Grandma's veggie garden and all her fruit trees.
There was also my aunts "rock house", the clothes line and the hammock. If you turned to your right you would see the shed which held the camper trailer as well as boxes of stuff from the 1920s and up. Next to that shed was the tool/pool shed, which of course boarded the Doughboy pool and the deck that my uncle built for it and the Jacuzzi. As you continue to circle the property you see the fence that separates my Grandmas back yard from the entry yard for her dance school. Next to that is the costume shed. Now that you know the lay out I can share what happened.
From the day we moved there things felt off, but of course I never said anything because I was young, the past year had been really hard with my mom being so sick, and I was miles from the home I had known. I love the idea that there was all this room to run in, and that I would be able to have pets of my own.
I remember my first night there, it was very unsettling. The "hallway" felt long, like I could run as fast as I was able to my Grandmas room but would never make it. I never liked that hall way, and could never walk down it at night, I always ran.
The yard was always quiet, and not in a good way. It was void of sound, if a car passed on the dirt road, you could be physically looking at it, but you could not hear it. If you stood on the other side of the road, you could hear every sound that car made. When we moved there my grandma wanted to teach me how to grow stuff so we planted the veggies and trees together. The trees never grew, but they didn't die either. They just kind of stayed in limbo; the veggies on the other gave us a full harvest.
They did great until it was time to pick the corn; I remember this day vividly. My grandma and I went out and filled these large baskets; since it was hot we felt it would be best to shuck them inside. So we get inside sit down at the kitchen table and get to work. I started first, because my grandma had to go take her meds; I popped open the corn and a ton of ants spilled out on me. I am highly allergic to ants so when this happened I screamed. My mom and grandma came running and when they saw what had upset me they helped clean me off and made sure I wasn't bitten. After I calmed down I came back to help.
I was a bit nervous but my grandma assured me none of the ones she opened had anything in them. So I had my confidence back and popped open another one. The same thing happened, a ton of ants spilled on me. This prompted my grandma to take over, none of the other stalks in my basket did that to her. That was the last of the veggies we ever got from that garden everything just died. She was able to still grow tomatoes in the back yard up next to the house.
That was the first weird thing, and it was the trigger for everything else. After that I couldn't bring myself to look in any mirrors, especially the one in the entry way. It always felt like something was watching me from the other side. We had a cat, which followed me everywhere. She used to get up at 5am with me on Saturdays. I used the stool to reach the toaster and she always sat under it.
One morning she ran towards the hall and fluffed up as if an intruder was standing there. I watched as she leapt at whatever was there and fought it. I was too scared to look but I heard a thud like the front door closing and then our blind dog began to bark. She came strolling back in, mewed at me and lay under the stool again. She went missing about a month later, somehow she got outside, which was weird because she never went out where the dogs were.
Right before my mom and I moved out I had my first experience of seeing a physical entity. When they built the shed attach to my grandmas studio there was a hole they could never get to stay filled in. Our dogs always avoided it like the plague, and only our blind dog would sniff at it. I was playing fetch with our bullmastiff when my eyes caught this shape of something watching me from under that hole. It was not an animal, or anything I had ever seen. The closest thing I can compare it to is Gollum. I threw the ball right at the hole hoping my dog would see whatever it was and scare it away. She saw where the ball landed and went and found another. I looked away from the hole for a second and when I looked back it was gone. I went to go investigate and as I stepped off the porch I felt this cold feeling on my ankle almost like a touch. My dog was at my side and yanked me to the ground. After that day I always jumped the second step.
After that it was always just unsettling to be there, nothing else physical happened, not that I remember any way. A reoccurring dream that started at that house still continues to this day, that's what made me want to share my time in this place. I don't doubt this land has history, while they were laying pipes for a neighbor's house they found a Skelton with poker chips in his mouth. This area is right off of old 395, which use to be the main road from Los Angles to Vegas.
I hope this was easy to follow, it happened so many years ago, so trying to retell it gets hard for me. Simply because I'm trying to remember so much, if anything needs clearing up please feel free to ask.