I've always believed in paranormal entities, but I was never sure if they believed in me. I suppose my head is always so far in the clouds that I wouldn't notice anything if something or someone otherworldly did attempt to contact me. However, I've had a couple things happen at my mother's that I suppose add up to an experience. It's either that, or my imagination is even more active than I had last assumed.
My mother and her family (my step-father, my 3 little sisters, and sometimes a brother or two), live in a rental house in Virginia. It's in a very nice subdivision in a very nice neighborhood. It's not that old, and there were never any stories attached to it that we know of.
Every one of my family members who have lived in that house have had some kind of experience. To better understand the story, I should mention the layout of the house.
Downstairs is four rooms in a square. Kitchen, iving room, den, (stairs in between) and then the dining room. Upstairs is basically a long corridor with two rooms at the very end of the hall, a room in the middle across from the bathroom, and then the master bedroom. Behind the master is a huge room, basically another master bedroom in size, for guests, etc. For the purpose of this story, I will call it the second master bedroom.
I used to live in that house for a while, when my husband was getting us settled in North Carolina, so I lived in the back room at the end of the hall. I recall when moving boxes to the far back room, when I passed by the other room, it would feel colder, and I saw a flash of white in my peripheral. It sort of looked like a skinny man. I am a fairly short person, 5'-4", and this flash was a good deal taller than me. However, I just assumed it was my imagination, and shrugged it off.
My brother occupied the room next to me, the one where I saw the white flashes from time to time. It was always colder than the rest of the house, and no one would really go in it, although nothing ever really happened. Then my brother and I moved out, him to go back to his father's and me to North Carolina.
The few times after I came back, there would be some odd banging, but only recently, about last year did I broach the subject. "Hey, Mom, Scott, is there... Something odd about this house?" They were in agreement whole-heartedly. Mom had seen someone standing in her room, Scott had seen someone running from the kitchen to the living room and vanish. My little sister Isabella had awoken from her new room (my brother's old room) and come out screaming that there was a man in the corner.
The next night, there was loud banging coming from the kitchen, and some scratching, while we were watching TV in the living room. My mother yelled "Shut the &%$# up and get the hell out!" and the noise stopped.
That night, I could not sleep. I always stay in the second master bedroom, and I was very restless. I did not get to bed until almost 5 am, and I had to be up the next morning to drive back to NC with my children! I finally fell into a restless sleep, and had the most lucid dream I've had in a while. In the dream, there was a white man standing in front of me. And when I say white, I mean, he was all white, all over. He had a pair of old looking scissors, like, shears rather, and was pressing them into my stomach, hard enough to have my stomach give, but not hard enough to puncture the skin. And it hurt! I felt panicked, and I looked him in the face in question, and he just grinned at me. Grinned, like he was daring me. And I said "Why are you doing this? This is not nice!" And he just seemed to shrug and grin. I recall saying "You need to stop! Leave me be, this is not nice! Get out!" and then I woke up, holding my stomach. I had a red mark on my stomach.
There was nothing on the bed that would account for my feeling anything such as that. I did not have buttons on my night clothes, there were no strings or knots or anything. I got up and was still feeling very twitchy. I went downstairs and my stepfather Scott remarked that he felt that I should stay an extra day, because he had a bad feeling. That day I got a huge traffic ticket and also confronted a woman who had been stalking my husband. Minor things perhaps, but still a strange follow up to a strange night.
I just went back up (to take care of that ticket!) and stayed at my mother's. We heard bangs in the kitchen again all night long, and Scott, who sleeps in the second master bedroom (on account of his horrible snoring) has started keeping a bible by his bed, as he says that the entity started bothering him on an almost regular basis. He says that when he touches the bible however, the entity leaves him be.
We've done no research on the entities in the house. I believe that there are two. The one upstairs and the one downstairs. Who knows, though. They haven't really seemed malevolent except for that one time in my sleep. Maybe someday, they'll reveal a bit more about themselves.