This is about my brother's place where I used to live. His place was built in 1908 and my neighbor said a woman who used to live in the house died, not in the house in the hospital. This is located in San Francisco, CA.
Before our family moved to the house my brother bought, we had it renovated and converted the garage into 2 separate bedrooms. There was already a bedroom downstairs with a bathroom.
So, let me try and explain the layout of his place. There are 3 bedrooms downstairs with a bathroom and 2 bedrooms upstairs, kitchen, living room and a bathroom. Front entrance you have to go up the stairs first thing after opening the door is the living room; to the left is my dad's room which used to be my parents until they got a divorce. Next to my dad's room is my older brother's and to the opposite side of my brother's room is the bathroom. The kitchen is between my brother's room and bathroom and then there is the door in the kitchen that leads outside of the house to the back stairs to go downstairs to the 3 bedrooms. You have to go down the stairs and make a left and then another left which is underneath the stairs and kitchen the door that leads to the 3 bedrooms downstairs. Once you open the door the left is the bathroom, in front of the door is my younger sister and my bedroom and to the right is my older sister's bedroom. To get to my other older brother's bedroom you have to go through my older sister's bedroom and there is the door to left and that's his room. You can also enter his room from the front. I hope this made sense.
If I remembered correctly everything started when my mom moved out and no, I wasn't depressed or anything about my parents' divorce. It did not bother me in any way because my mom wasn't a nice person. I was happy for my dad that they finally got a divorce. They really shouldn't have stay together for so long but they did. Well, back to my story.
I was home alone one night not sure where everyone went. My cousin and his wife stopped by for a visit and when they were leaving I remembered turning the living room lights off and went downstairs to my bedroom. My cousin and his wife were still outside in the driveway. My cousin called and asked me, "Are you upstairs waving goodbye because I thought you went downstairs?" I said "No", and he kept saying, "Stop playing, you're upstairs right?" I opened my blinds in my bedroom and said, "See I'm downstairs and why don't you stop playing?" He freaked out and said, "There is someone in the living room window waving at us." I got scared and said, "That's not funny. I'm home alone." He told me to come outside now. When I did we looked up into the living room window and there was nobody, but the light was still on.
Whatever was upstairs in the living room had disappeared when I went outside. I do not remember what happened after but I for some reason never mention it to my family. All I remember is my cousin and his wife said, "Your place is haunted." I think I just shrugged it off like they were messing with me, even though they were serious.
Many more things happened in that house but only to me. Just keep in mind I'm not telling my story in the order it happened since I do not remember in what order it happened. I was young then and now older.
I remember using the bathroom upstairs getting ready to go out. I thought I heard one of my sisters asking me to hurry up so I just told her to hold on. No knocking, just sounded like whispering. So, she kept bugging me and when I finally got annoyed and opened the door to tell her to wait I'm not done, nobody was there. I looked in the living room and then the kitchen but nobody. So, I shrugged it off and continued getting ready and then I hear her again, asking me to hurry. I opened the door and nobody and by this time I was wondering if I was just hearing things. I closed the door and continue getting ready and I heard her calling my name and I kept telling myself I'm just hearing things, there's nothing there, just ignore it. I shrugged it off. This happened to me a lot in that house but I never figured out what or who it was. I just kept telling myself I imagined it. I still do not know if I did imagine it or if it really happened.
There was another time in my bedroom I shared with my younger sister. Nothing ever happened to her. She had already fallen asleep and I was lying in bed waiting to fall asleep. I heard a sound coming from the computer desk. I looked up and saw nothing there and laid back down trying to fall asleep. I could hear the handle on the computer desk being moved and when I looked again I saw nothing. This kept happening most of the night until I finally fell asleep when you can see daylight from the window. This would happen a lot during the night. I told my younger sister about it but she said she didn't hear anything.
Only thing she said, there was one night she was freaked out by me. I don't remember it but she told me I was sitting up and doing nothing but staring straight ahead. She spoke to me but I did not respond and then I lay back down and was fast asleep. She said I was sitting up for a while and she stayed up watching me. I guess she was too afraid to go to sleep before me. She said that only happened once.
There was one afternoon I decided to take a nap in my room and I just closed my eyes wasn't asleep yet. All of a sudden I could hear what sounded like roaring sound around my head and when I opened my eyes there was nothing. As soon as I closed my eyes again it would happened again and again. We had a blue lion statue by the window and it made me wonder if the sounds were coming from the statue. I decided to shrug it off like it was nothing. I would hear the sound again another time and this would happen constantly until I decided to get rid of the lion and that's when the sound of roaring stopped. I don't know if it was the statue or just a coincidence.
I remember one night while I was asleep and something woke me but I couldn't open my eyes. I could feel something moving towards me and it felt evil. I tried to scream and nothing would come out. I would struggle really hard to wake up. As soon as it almost got to my head that's when I woke up. This kept happening to me a lot over and over. Sometimes it felt like it was pressing down on my chest. Is this what they call sleep paralysis or was there something there? Whatever it was it freaked me out. It made it really hard to fall asleep, especially if I was by myself in the room. There were nights I would sleep with the lights on or turn it on as soon as I felt anything wrong.
There was another time at night I woke up because I felt something sitting at the end of my bed, but I was afraid. I felt safe for some reason. At least it didn't feel evil. I looked and I remembered seeing what looks like a woman in white. Since it didn't feel evil I was able to fall back to sleep but this only happened once. I do remember before this happened there was a few times I would see a black figure sitting at the end of my bed and this one felt evil.
I spoke to my dad about it and he told me to just ignore it, but it's hard to when it freaks me out. I told my mom about it and she was saying stuff like this only started happening to me because she wasn't around. I didn't think much of it at the time but now that I do, she might be right. Everything started happening when she moved out. She took me to the temple to get blessed and check what was going on. I didn't really understand but I remember the monk gave me a beaded bracelet to wear. I didn't really wear it since it irritated me. I do not like things around my wrist, fingers or neck.
Things just kept continuing so my mom took me to a lady to check my fortune or whatever it was. I guess I didn't believe in that so I didn't really listen, I just did it because my mom wanted me to. My mom was a firm believer of ghosts and stuff like that. I remembered the lady said there were more than one ghost or entity visiting me. She said that they want me to do something for them or they would get angry. I just thought she said what she said just to get money from my mom and I shrugged it off. The lady gave me a yellow paper with red writing on it and told me to put it on my door.
Things would continue and I decided to sleep upstairs in the living room in front of the Buddha altar table we had. I slept in front of it for at least 2 weeks. I remember while I slept in front of it I could hear noises by the dresser that was on the left side where my dad's bedroom is. I didn't mind it too much because I felt safe sleeping in front of the Buddha altar. Whatever I was hearing wouldn't come near me.
I finally went and slept downstairs in my own bedroom and every now and then the same things would happen. I didn't want to sleep upstairs in the living room again since it was a little cold and not comfortable sleeping on the floor. I also didn't want to sleep upstairs because, after I decided to go back downstairs, my dad said there was something in his room while I was sleeping in the living room. I felt bad and I know my dad wasn't trying to blame me for it. I didn't want it to bother him so I didn't sleep upstairs again. So, maybe the sound I was hearing was actually coming from his room.
I got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore so when it did come at night I concentrated really hard to tell it to leave me alone. At first it was hard to but the more I did it the easier it got for me to tell it to leave me alone. Everything stopped when I moved out, at least that's what I thought. Every now and then, not as much, but I would get the sensation there was something in my place.
Was all this my imagination running wild or was and still something visiting me?