A week before Christmas in 1998, we moved into the house my family and I now live in. At first things were peaceful but then things got a bit strange. Two of my children told me about hearing footsteps on the stairs from my daughters' room to the basement. Some were not human but animal. At first I ignored it but since they were starting to get scared, I said a prayer of protection for them. It took several times but the footsteps stopped.
In the spring of 1999, I was in my backyard and I heard kids giggling and running around. Nothing wrong with that except for when I looked in the direction that I heard the children, all of the houses around faded and I was looking at a single small farm house and a boy and girl running around. My guess this was from the late 1800s from their clothes. A woman came out of the house looked around nervously and told the children to get in the house before their pa got home. Then everything went back to normal, it felt like minutes went by but it was less then that.
Other things have happened, such as my husband walked through a cold spot and asked me who was visiting. I had to go to where he experienced the cold spot but it was gone, although I did get dizzy like I always do when I step onto a vortex. Hearing my name being called when nobody is home. My youngest son also has heard his name.
Also, one night I heard metal striking metal like a blacksmith was working. The next day I asked my husband if he heard it, but he said no. But my son said he heard it.
One night I had my dining room window open and although there were no leaves on the ground I heard men walking right outside the window crunching through leaves. My dogs were outside and I wanted them in but all four just stood about 20 feet away and would not come to my calls. I had to go to them and coax them in. I know they had seen the men I heard because they were too hesitant to cross over where the men had been.
We have also seen the children I saw when I had my vision. My youngest son, Whitewolf, seems to be of interest to them. He sees them more than I do, but we have both been touched by them. They seem sad and I get the feeling they were murdered along with their mother. Possibly by their father but I don't know that to be a fact. There is really no way to check this out because Long Island was mostly small farms and woods until the 20th century.
On the flip side of all this, I have to say a prayer of protection for the family sometimes. Some of the spirits my son or I have seen or felt are not something I want around and I have to tell them to leave, they are not wanted. Sometimes my dogs bark frantically at something and I see someone walk up to my door but when I open the door no one is there. I just say they may not enter and close the door.
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