I present to you my very first publish of one of the few occurrences that I've bared witness to. A little about myself, I'm 23 and a native of California. I am a practicing Wiccan, and also dabble a bit in the Druid teachings of my motherland. I've been serving in the Navy, and have not had the chance to go back to my childhood home for a while... Until only recently.
When I had lived there, my room had always had... Well... Let's just call it a feeling of abnormality. The house was built in the 60's, and has only had 2 owners before my mother had purchased it in 1993. For the first 10 years it was your average suburban house. My mother married my stepdad and moved in my 3 stepbrothers. I also had 2 sisters living in this 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom house. As you can imagine, it had always been rather crowded.
No occurrence had taken place while all these people had been in one home, save for one or two here or there. It had often been a cupboard opening and slamming in the middle of the night, which had often been blamed on my brother, as he had acute insomnia and never really slept during the night. Or a rogue doorbell ringing n the middle of the night. Now this I dispelled any sort of illusion of some funny business going on as I know our neighborhood had a few less desirable children.
Let's fast forward, shall we? 11 years later I was 16. My brothers had all moved out, and I inherited the room to myself. First thing I thought: party like a rock star. Having never had a room to myself, it was like a dream come true. It seemed empty without the two bunk beds, and so I decorated it with my nerdiness. I was an anime lover back in the day, so damn near every square inch of the walls were covered with wall scrolls or posters, magazine clippings... You know, the stuff that teens do.
With only me and my sisters left as the children of the house, things started to get... Strange. I would lie in bed and read for a bit when I could hear footsteps on a hardwood floor down the hallway. I would hear the pitter patter of what sounded like high heels on the floor, until the sound would vanish at my doorway. The house was entirely carpeted. I was also lying in bed, trying to sleep when it felt like someone was rushing me, jumping, and spreading their arms wide as if shouting, "Surprise!" I didn't see a thing, but I "felt" it. Part 2 to come, along with the conclusion.