My story is about the house I grew up in. I'm not the best writer but I will try my best to articulate my experiences to the readers in a way that hopefully won't be too hard to follow and makes sense. Also, I apologize in advance if this ends up being way to long and I seem to ramble on and on.
The house I grew up in was a rather large, two storey house from the early 1900's that had been converted from apartments. I lived there with both my parents and one sister. As far back as I can remember all of us had experienced strange occurrences at some point or another, although some experiences were much more intense and frightening than others. Some of the things that would happen on a regular basis were footsteps upstairs when we knew nobody was up there, my mother's wind up musical box with an encased rose would began to play music and the rose would start spinning on its own, doors that were latched would slowly open on their own while we watched, and as long as I can remember living in this home, (from birth to about 15 years old), the feeling of being watched and not alone, even though you knew you were, was always there.
Another thing I remember happening from time to time was that in a room upstairs directly above our living room, my father had a pool table set up. Sometimes, even though my sister and I were home alone watching TV, we could hear pool balls moving around as though there was a game going on. Something else that would happen and still bothers me very much to this day at 32 years of age, is that I would constantly hear a man's voice whispering my name in my ear. Nobody else ever heard it or had this experience as far as I'm aware of, just me. We had a dog, a Samoan named Sampson, who we loved very much and was part of our family. Any time we would leave the house, for any amount of time it seemed, we would come home only to find that he had defecated all over in our dining room and find him cowering under the table as though something had badly frightened the poor guy. Having the blinds on our kitchen door that led outside fly up in our faces right when we reached for the door knob also happened on more than one occasion.
Any time my sister and I would go to my parents after something particularly scary had happened, or simply because we were scared and felt as though something was watching or following us through the house, they would downplay it and try their best to come up with logical explanations for whatever had just occurred even though it was obvious to me even as a child that they were grasping at straws. Whether this was because they were in denial or just didn't want to frighten us more I don't know, I'm guessing a little of both probably. In fact it wasn't until I was an adult in my early twenty's that my mother finally opened up and shared a few of her experiences with me as well as some of my father's. For example, one of the things she shared with me was that she remembered she was home alone and in the kitchen cooking. She had sent my father to the store for something and my sister and I, being kids, naturally wanted to go to the store with him. She remembers hearing the side door, which faced east and led to our driveway, open and slam shut and hearing what she thought was my father's voice call out hello. She went to see if he needed help unloading groceries, but she said when she reached the hallway that led to our side door it was empty and, looking outside, saw that our car still was not back parked in our driveway.
One of the creepiest things I remember learning from was sharing a dream with her that I had remembered having shortly before we moved away from that home for good. I had had a vivid dream about a little boy and girl with brown hair and dressed in Victorian style clothing watching me sleep from the foot of my bed. They never spoke, just watched me with faces that looked sad. Anyways, all I had gotten out was that I had dreamed a little boy and girl at the foot of my bed watching me sleep when she stopped me. She began to ask me questions like did they have brown hair, was the girl taller, and if they were dressed in Victorian style clothing. I told her that she had just described the children in my dream down to a tee and wanted to know how she could have possibly known what the kids from my dream looked like before I had even had a chance to give her their description. She then informed me it was because my father had shared a similar dream with her. In his dream he said he was sleeping on the sofa in our living room and remembers waking up to these two kids watching him sleep.
As if all these things weren't creepy and scary enough, one night when I was about 13 or 14 years old my sister and I had our two cousins sleep over. We were upstairs in my sister's room, which was right next to mine, and we were bored. I can't remember who, but one of us thought up the idea of making a home-made Ouija board. So we began speaking with somebody almost immediately and were asking silly questions, like does so and so have a crush on me etc. I remember the last question that was asked, by yours truly, word for word because of the crazy scary thing that happened right after. The question I asked was "if somebody's really here with us can you please give us a sign?" No sooner than I had uttered these words, we heard a very loud crashing sound, the kind glass makes when it shatters. All four of us looked in the direction of the two windows in my sister's room that faced north towards the street. The window on the right was completely shattered and there were shards of glass all over the carpet. Besides the obvious timing of the window breaking, the strange thing about this is that as I said we were on the second floor of the house which was pretty high up and we had perfectly intact screens on the outside of the windows that were about I'd say a distance of 5 to 6 inches from the glass. My point is you would think that in order to break the window completely like it was you would probably have to use a pretty heavy object like a large rock or something that packed a punch. But when my dad immediately went outside to investigate he found nothing whatsoever on the ground outside the window in question. My dad of course didn't buy our explanation of events and accused us of horsing around and breaking it ourselves. The screen was still perfectly intact by the way, without even a tear or hole in it. After this incident with the Ouija board things seemed to get a lot more intense and a lot darker in the house.
One day when I was about 14 years old, I remember being in the living room watching TV. I had just gotten home from school and I was always the first one to make it home for the day and was usually alone for about two hours before my older sister and parents would show up. Anyways, I remember feeling the very intense feeling of being watched. It's not that this hadn't happened before, but this time seemed a lot more intense. The best way I can describe it is it felt like somebody had their face right up in mine and was staring me down with hatred. I got so scared I ran out the front door and across the street to a neighbour's house without even bothering to take the time to shut the door behind me. I didn't go home again until my mom had gotten home and came looking for me finally finding me at the neighbour's house.
That last thing that stands out in my mind is something that happened to my sister when we were both in our early teens. As I have previously mentioned, my sister's bedroom was upstairs and mine was right next to her. One night when we were each in our beds in our own rooms, my sister said she was having trouble falling asleep. Her bed faced the bedroom door and right outside her door there was a set of stairs that led downstairs and to the left down the hall was my parent's bedroom. She says there was a light tapping on her door and also says she specifically remembers watching the doorknob turn and her door opening. Once the door was all the way open, she says there was a shadowlike person standing there. She watched it turn and head towards my parent's room. She thought maybe since it was kind of dark and she was starting to get sleepy it could have been the outline of one of my parents and that they were just checking in on her. She got out of bed and headed to their room to see which one of them it was so she could tell them she was having a hard time falling asleep and that she was going to go watch some TV downstairs or something. When she got to their room it was dark and empty. She got pretty freaked out and ran down the stairs to find my parents. As I said, this house was really big and she found them downstairs clear across the house in the living room on the sofa watching TV. She asked them if they had just been upstairs to check in on her and if they had opened her bedroom door. They told her that neither one of them had and that they'd both been sitting there without getting up at all at least for the past 45 minutes or so watching a movie. Of course this badly frightened my sister and she slept in my room for the next two weeks or so. I even remember being mad at all of them the next day after hearing what had happened from my sister for leaving me alone up there asleep.
We ended up moving to a new house when I was 15 years old and a few months later somebody threw a cocktail through a window and the house burned down (which I was thankful for). I have wanted to for a long time now, but don't know how to go about researching the house and property. Any tips on how to do so would be appreciated. Also, feel free to share any theories you may have with me as to what might have been going on as I to this day have no clue and continue to be haunted by this house, even having nightmares about it. Hope you enjoyed my story and sorry it was so long!