House Hopping

This all started in Newport, AR when I was only six years old (I'm currently seventeen). This first part was told to me by my grandmother who is the biggest skeptic you will ever meet when it comes to believing in 'ghosts'.

My great grandfather (on my mom's side) died years before I was born and his pictures around the house had been replaced so I had never seen him before. My house was right across the street from my grandmother's and surrounding our houses was a large field. Many times I would go play in that field and my grandmother would watch me from her living room window or sit on her porch and watch. She noticed on more than one occasion I would talk to myself and look towards the sky as if someone was standing with me and I was looking directly at them. Finally one day she asked, "What are you talking about when you're out in the fields?" I can't remember what she said my reply was but it suggested that I was talking to a person and not myself. Later that week she pulled out an album of pictures (included one of my grandfather) and without her having to say a word, I pointed to him and let her know that is who I was talking to in the fields.

Although I don't remember this happening, I do remember one thing from it I think. I say 'I think' because this part is just difficult for me to sort out in my head. For as long as I can remember, I've had this mental image stuck in my mind. It's me as a kid sitting cross legged in front of a window (in the house that was across from my grandmother's. It's no longer there but the lot next to where it was is now where my mom lives) and I'm looking out into the field (now the exact spot where my mom's house sits) and there is a man standing there. Just staring at me. He's not walking around, he's not smiling or waving, he's just standing there with his hands to his side and a blank expression on his face. I've spent years trying to decide if it's something I've actually seen or if it's from a dream. I do feel that it is my grandfather, though.

When I was thirteen my mom was taking classes at the local college and one of her classes was a night class. I have a sister who is five years younger than me and when this particular instance occurred, she was with me. We were both home alone and mom was still in class. My sister and I were in my bedroom when we both heard what sounded like heavy footsteps in our laundry room then the loud distance sound of a light switch flipping on. We were both terrified and quick shut and locked my bedroom door then called my mom. I frantically told her I thought someone was in the house and she needed to come home right then (not sure why I didn't call 911). She called her dad and had him come over (gun in hand) while she tried to make it home as fast as possible. No one was in the house but one of our bedroom lights had been turned on like I heard. I'm not sure how to explain what happened but it sure did scare me half to death.

My fourteenth birthday rolls around and I'm sitting in the den late at night watching TV. Everyone else is asleep and I'm laying on the couch with all the lights out except one bedroom light so I could make it to the restroom if need be. From the angle I was at, I couldn't do the bedroom's doorway but I could see the outline of the doorway on the floor because of the light. Sorry if that's confusing. I'm watching TV and without any reason really, I just glance over in the direction of the bedroom and I see this shadow being cast onto the floor as if someone was standing in the room. It starts out small then grows bigger, like if you were to walk closer and closer to the doorway then it stopped and began to shrink like it was walking back away from the doorway. I was stunned. All I could do was stare wide eyed at the spot where I saw it. I was paralyzed with fear and every time I tell someone this story, they just know I'm telling the truth. My hands and voice start to shake and that same fear I had that night just overcomes me.

At the same age, I had two of my friends spending the night. We were all laid up in my bed with no one else around and all the TV's and lights had been turned off. By now I had done my far share of watching shows like Ghost Hunters and I decided I wanted to do my own investigating (which I later found out only entices spirits). I had a voice recorder and we were all taking our turns asking random questions. We didn't hear it at the time but after going back and listening to the tape, we could hear what sounded like a little girl humming a song. It went on for a solid five seconds and really couldn't be explained.

At the age of sixteen, I was living with my dad in Cabot, AR. Things still happened even after I moved away from Newport. TV channels changed on their own, my dog staring intently into the air at absolutely nothing (sometimes barking and throwing a fit) and whispers when I was alone. I really thought I was losing my mind and I refused to be alone. I'd sit outside on my front porch all day to avoid being in there by myself and, of course, my parents never believed what I was saying.

I'm now seventeen and living on my own in Poughkeepsie, AR. My grandmother on my stepdad's side lives directly next to me (about twenty feet away) and the house she is staying in is where we found my aunt had died in her sleep back in May from lung problems. I've only been here a month but I'm still so nervous about encountering something. I feel like I'm being followed and I'm constantly looking over my shoulder because I can feel eyes on me.

If things do start happening again what should I do? I'm starting to reach the end of my rope.