When I was a child my father was in the navy, so my family and I moved around alot. Between 1980-1981 is when my story began. At that point in time I was 3-4 and we were living in a house my parents had rented in Salt Lake City, Utah. I don't remember everything about living in this house, however there are certainly things I will never forget.
I cannot recall the exact day/time it all started. I, to this day, don't know exactly what to make of what I saw (even though I have been doing paranormal research/investigations for the past 23 years).
I don't know how to ease in to it so I will just say it. Every single time I was alone in a room in this house I saw hands. Yes hands. Not floating hands or even just a set of hands. No, I saw all kinds of hands. Coming from every piece of furniture in whatever room I may be in. Couch cushions, from under the bed, from kitchen cabinets. They were everywhere. Always reaching for me, or so it seemed. I would be terrified and tried to make sure someone was in whatever room I entered.
Why just hands? I don't know and not sure that I ever will. I never told anyone about the hands until years later. My mom would often tell me stories of my imaginary friend named Sandy. After she came around, we always played together and I even began to name all my dolls Sandy. I saw a blue sailor dress one day and told my mother that is the kind of dress Sandy always wore. I don't remember Sandy, but oh how I wish I did.
I also can remember times seeing my father drunk and abusing my mother. A side of my father I had never seen before. Something that I will never forget as well. Something like that will scar a child.
When I was about 19 my mother and I were talking about a scar over her eyebrow (a gift from my father). I remembered the night it happened and can picture everything clearly in mind. Suddenly it hit me, I was picturing the living room in that house in Utah. I asked my mother if the beatings and my friend Sandy all happened in that house and sure enough it had.
So I finally told my mother about the hands. She thought I was crazy at first. She kept saying that I must have had a bad dream about the house and was just remembering it incorrectly. She was wrong. During our stay in that house I would put my pillow in the hallway and sleep with my head outside of my room and my body on the inside. I did this so I didn't have to see the hands, so that I could actually sleep. I asked if she remembered me doing that and she did... But could never figure out why.
I wondered if the owner of the house had shared with my parents any history of the house. That is when she revealed that upon moving in the owner had told my parents that one of the bathrooms may have blood stains, as the previous tenants had sacrificed animals in it. Sure way to either leave something sinister or stir up activity.
My opinion, it was the house. The hands I saw, Sandy, my father's sudden personality change. My mother told me that when they moved into the house my father began to drink heavily, and beating on her. Upon moving out of the house my father promised he would never drink and/or hit her again... And he never did.
I don't know if the previous tenants left this behind as they moved, or if they went through strange happenings as well. One thing I have no doubt, is that Utah has its own little Amityville Horror house.