One evening when I was about 14 or 15 years old, I was doing what I normally would do when my parents went out for dinner with one another and left me at home to watch the dogs. We had two dogs, both toy poodles, which are commonly known as being noisy and annoying. Not these little guys, they were so very calm for most of their lives and only barked when something unknown to them was approaching.
I was on the computer, and talking on the phone with a friend up in Sylvan Lake whom I hadn't spoke to in a while and during the conversation, I heard something smash like glass breaking in the room I was in - this was actually while my parents were still at home. I put the phone down and ran upstairs to make sure my mother was okay in the kitchen as she had rheumatoid arthritis and fell and tripped quite easily and was unable to prevent her falls without seriously hurting herself.
he asked me what I had broken as she heard the glass shatter too - which made sense as the noise I had heard had come from the living room that I was in at the time. Even the guy on the phone had heard it, I remember him asking me what had just happened. "I don't know," this was when I put the phone down and checked with Ma. Nothing broken was found, no glass - nothing.
A couple of hours later, they went for their dinner. I was in the living room with the dogs, and I have always had a slight fear of being in such a big house by myself with so many lights out. But I was usually fine if I just closed the french doors to the living room and hung out in one spot and kept myself occupied. I was laying on the couch with the dogs cuddled next to me, when I heard something like feet moving from outside the french doors to the living room. The dogs heads both perked up to the sound of this, and this bothered me - as I was hoping it was my imagination. I still tried to convince myself of this until both of the dogs actually got up and started to sniff the underneath of the door as they were convinced something was out there.
I heard a small whimper, almost like a child whimpering. I quickly got up to move the dogs and open the door, but I could see something actually SITTING outside of the door, and almost like a white shirt. Reminding me of an infant, I panicked and couldn't bring myself to open the door at all. I called my parents to let my mother know I was freaking out and to come home right away, and they did. "We'll be about 15 minutes, just let us get things squared away here and I'll be right there, hun. It's just the dark playing tricks on you..." "Yeah, but Mom - you always told me that if the dogs couldn't notice it, it wasn't there, right?" "Right..." "They're at the &@#$ing door sniffing and whimpering, Chico's barking..." and then the dog barked, and my Mom said she'd be right there and hung up the phone.
Not even 15 minutes later my parents showed up, but as they were opening the garage door, all of the lights in the house turned on... This was before they were actually IN the house. I immediately started crying, ran to the comfort of my mother's arms, and haven't experienced anything like that since. ALTHOUGH - just shortly before my mother passed away when I was 18, she finally confessed to me that strange things were going on in our laundry room.
The dryer door would always end up being opened, and this was a brand new dryer, the thing locked itself when it started quite tight. You had to yank on it to pry it open mid-dry cycle. I remember this now as she used to come stomping down the stairs, run into the living room, scream at me for opening the dryer door, and would wander away. I never thought much of it because I just figured my mother was kooky and strange, and she was, but - heh, little did I know she was experiencing some spookiness herself.
We had a laugh over it, and then didn't experience much else after that until she died. She hung around the house for a while - every morning at 6:30 AM (which was when she woke up) you could still hear her shuffle into the kitchen from her bedroom with her slippers, opening cupboard doors to make her morning Tea. This occurred for about 6 months after she died. I took comfort in it, as I had thought it was just my mind playing tricks and missing memories, until two of my friends woke me up on different occasions to express their fear about the shuffling noise as if someone was walking around upstairs and hanging out in the kitchen.
For once something like that didn't scare me, and all I said was "don't worry, it's just Mom" and rolled over and went back to sleep.
I am curious to know if anyone might have any idea as to why these occurrences have happened. Please share your ideas.