I am a Christian, not a 'holy roller' but a Christian. I believe in God and Christ and the Bible. I try to live my life as a decent person and raise my family as such. As a Christian, I have tried to speak with a few ministers, even a Catholic Priest regarding these happenings. I have been told that if I believe in anything paranormal, I can not be a true Christian. Well, I disagree completely. I was there. I know what happened; I remember all as if it was yesterday. My sister also remembers every detail as if it where yesterday (not that she will talk about it all that much, for a long time she would not talk about it at all, to anyone).
Now, I feel I have found a venue where I can share my experiences, get them out and share them with others who are sharing as well. Before the loss of my grandpa, he acknowledged the happenings in the house. My parent also finally spoke of them. Very infrequently, then would change the subject. My parents divorced about 4 years after this, but even separately, they would not speak much about this house. When they did, they were still so frightened it almost made them seem angry.
When I was a child, about 9, my sister was 5; we lived in a small older house in Omaha. I believe they are called cement slab houses because they do not have a basement, just a cement slab as a foundation. This house had the strangest lay out I had ever and have ever seen. As you walked in through the one and only door to the house you entered the kitchen, it was very large, then a small hallway with the bathroom off to the left a little further down the hallway and there was a laundry room. At the end of this hallway was a staircase leading up to the second floor. At the top of the stairs was a bedroom, then a living room/family room, another bedroom and a sun porch.
My Grandpa had the first bedroom at the top of the stairs, and then my parents had the second bedroom after the living room. My sister and I shared the sun porch. My Mom and Grandpa had fixed it up as the perfect bedroom for little girls with curtains and heat vents, all frilly and cute.
One evening my sister and I were on the main floor readying for bed. We had been up late that night for some reason and needed to get our teeth brushed and pajamas on to get to bed. It was about 11:00 PM. I was waiting for my sister to finish in the bathroom. As she was the youngest, I let her go first. She had the door slightly ajar and I was sitting on the small step that led up from the kitchen to the hallway right outside the bathroom door reading. All of the sudden I heard my sister scream. I looked over at the bathroom door and noticed that the light had gone out. I ran into the bathroom and there on the window curtain was a man's face with longer light brown hair and beard and mustache. There was a bright red velvet cloth around his shoulders and a tremendous bright glow around his whole face and shoulders. The entire room seemed to illuminate this glow. My sister inched beside me; we were of course staring at the... whatever it was. It said "Do not turn on the lights, I will not hurt you." Yeah, right! I turned on the lights as quick as I could and it was gone. I spent the next 10-20 minutes trying to convince my sister that it was all a joke, all our imagination and we should just go to bed. I was shaking inside worse than I can remember even to this point in my life.
We went to bed. I of course was wide awake for what seemed like forever. All at once, around 1:00 AM my Dad jumps up and all of us hear a tremendous racket on the second floor, which we were on. All of the doors were opening and slamming shut, the television was turning itself of and on repeatedly, all of the lights were turning themselves off and on. We all ran into the living room. We had a small bed on wheels that folded in 2 for easy storage. It was in the closet in the living room. My mom grabbed my sisters and my hand and started to run for the doorway that would lead to the stairs and out. The bed on wheels zoomed across the floor and blocked the door way. My mom was pulling on the bed from one side and my grandpa was pushing from the other. The bed wouldn't budge. I am not sure what my dad was doing at the time, but he ran up and started pulling on the bed also. It would not move! My sister had silent tears streaming her cheeks. All of the sudden everything just stopped. We all went to the kitchen on the main floor. Calmed down with my dad trying to recite some logical answer for what had just occurred (there was none. After about half and hour, we all went back to bed, hoping to salvage some rest.)
I remember looking at the clock, it said 1:45. I must have dozed off because I was awoken again, looked at the clock and it said 3:00. The main floor was now making a terrible racket. It sounded like the house was going to crash down around us. My dad and grandpa ran to the stairs and went down to about the fourth stair from the bottom, I was supposed to stay put, again - Yeah, right! I had a hold of the back of my grandpa's robe. Again, on this floor the lights were going on and off, faucets in the kitchen and bathroom on and off, doors opening and closing. We had a gas stove in the kitchen and the burners where even igniting and then turning off over and over again. I honestly don't know how long this lasted. It all stopped, leaving the front door open. My parents and grandpas grabbed my sister and my hand and ran outside. We were outside for about 45 minutes or so when my parents decided it was their house and nobody (or nothing) was going to chase them from it. We all went back in. My sister slept with my parents, I slept with my grandpa.
There were many, many other incidents in this house. We moved about 6 months after this first night I have described. I have driven by this house many times since I have had my own family. It is still there. I know for a fact it has changed owners and renters numerous times. At the top of the hill from the house, which leads to a dead end there was a small (very small, but long) church. It was torn down about 20 years ago. It was rumored that this church had been used as a satanic church with rituals and sacrifices. I am not sure who, what or why it was torn down. It never had a sign with a name any where near the church so I could investigate further and I am not sure I would if I could. These events seemed to open up some type of 'door' because, well let's just say there have been strange things happened my entire life. Of course not everyday, but enough.