This story took place in San Diego, CA. My family and I lived in this house for 6 years, and it was there that I experienced most of the horrifying paranormal happenings of my childhood.
The history of the house is fairly disturbing and may explain why the energy was so strong. A man lived alone there into his old age, and from what I was told he was not a pleasant being. He was known to shoot at trespassers that would cut through his backyard to the street atop a hill that bordered his property. As the story goes, he shot and injured a young man shortly before he passed away. Needless to say the energy was negative, we all sensed it, but it was a good deal on rent for a family of seven living in expensive San Diego.
There were little things that happened to me, like being tapped on the shoulder when no one else was around. I read excessively as a child and on two different occasions as I was getting lost in an adventure, my book was pulled forcefully from my hands and landed in my lap.
Something about the bathroom unnerved me and I disliked with a passion going in there. It felt as though someone or something was waiting for me just outside the door.
I remember one night sleeping on the couch because my sister (whom I shared a room with) was ill and my mother didn't want me to catch what she had. I was just getting comfortable but still wide awake, I heard what I assumed was my mother or father in the kitchen making a snack. I heard items being pulled out of the fridge. It sounded as if he/she was making a sandwich. It comforted me to know that someone else was close by. I really disliked being alone in that house. After what seemed like quite awhile, I got up to use that dreadful bathroom, and, I was also curious about who was taking so long making a sandwich. To my surprise no one was in the kitchen. The counter was clean and clear. My mother had already retired for the evening and my dad was in the garage visiting with friends. No one had been in the kitchen after I was tucked in.
When I was seven, one evening, my older siblings were babysitting my younger brother and me. My two older brothers and sister were in the last room at the end of a very long hallway playing video games. My brother and I were in the living room playing dinosaurs on the couch. We had two recliner chairs that sat opposite of each other at a fairly good distance apart. As we were happily playing I looked up for moment at one of the chairs, a man with a business suit and briefcase was standing there. He wasn't in solid form, he had a mild glow to him but the details were very prominent. I remember he had a dark beard, clean haircut, blue suit with a tie and of course his briefcase in hand. He walked halfway toward the other recliner and vanished. Stunned, I let out a gasp. My brother asked me what was wrong, not wanting to frighten him I answered "nothing" and went back to playing. Not but a moment later the man reappears in the same location he vanished, he continued walking to the second recliner. I watched him sit down, set his briefcase down beside the chair, take a deep breathe and look directly at me. It was then that I bolted down the hall screaming. I told them of what had happened, but my older siblings didn't believe me, they even teased me for years about it. My younger brother however, saw the fear in my eyes and knew I had witnessed something extraordinary that night.
My memory of that incident is clear as if it happened yesterday. Of all the really creepy experiences I had in that house, I will never forget what I saw... What I felt that night. Fear and certainty that someone else was in that room while I played contently with my brother.
My story ends here for now. More to come in the future. Thank you for reading, comments are always welcome.