This is not a very long story nor does it have much of a background. I was still an infant when this took place. I only know of it because my mother and grandmother have told me about it many times. This was only the beginning to my many experiences to come. These days, however, I really don't experience as much as I used to. There is a reason for that and that is another story I will get to down the road.
I kind of don't like calling these stories though because they are true experiences. My mother refuses to believe in the supernatural, so I have only heard her tell this story once. I had just been born recently prior to this experience. I was sick in the hospital so my mother couldn't bring me home right away, but around the third night that we had been home this happened.
It was late and my mother put me in this wooden crib that was hers when she was little. This crib had no wheels, and that is an important detail. Well, after she placed me in the crib, she went into the living room which was right outside my bedroom door. About 30 minutes passed and she heard this loud noise come from my room. She ran in to find that my crib had been pulled away from against the wall to the middle of the room. It really freaked her out.
Obviously I was too young to remember this but like I previously stated, I had many more experiences after this. I'm having a hard time thinking of a word to describe them. I guess I could say they became more intense as time went on.
I don't know why this happened but my grandmother and I have talked about the possible reasons. I personally believe this was the beginning to my haunting or that something wanted me. She hasn't claimed to have one set belief about this but she is big into the supernatural. She is the only person in my direct family that I can really talk to about my experiences.