Growing up in a haunted home, there were several things that would happen on the regular that I just got used to. Someone sitting on the edge of my bed. Heavy, loud footsteps in the kitchen (like work boots). A little girl's giggle. But there's one instance that never matched anything else that ever happened in the home. It really scared me during the moment it happened.
I was probably in the 8th grade. I know I was at least 13 because I didn't get my "fancy" purple bedding until my 13th birthday. One morning before school, I was lying in bed playing on my phone, wide awake but trying to find a way to play hookie. My mother had been calling my name. After she finally said "No! Five more minutes and you'll make us all late! Take some medicine if you have a headache!", a gust of wind blew directly into my face.
Obviously, that startled me, but it wasn't the end. The wind continued to blow directly into my face and the pictures on my wall started to sway from how strong the wind was. It seemingly blew from my closet right at my bed and covered the room. I backed up against my wall (my bed was in the corner of the room) and stared at all of my belongings swaying and tipping. I closed my eyes and waited for it to stop.
After several seconds of closed eyes, I heard what I swear literally sounded like a horse, galloping at full speed, in circles around my bedroom. It was so fast and so loud! Thump-tha-thump-the-thump, I heard it getting faster and harder and louder, in circles around my room. I peaked through my fingers and saw what looked like heat waves, circling around the center of my room.
Finally, my mom yelled again and I could hear her coming towards my room. Once she entered the hallway, it all stopped. Totally dissipated.
I bolted out of bed and into the bathroom, nearly knocking my mom over. She threw her hands in the air and told me to hurry up. I brushed my teeth, threw on any clothes I could find, and pulled my hair back without brushing it. No matter what, I was definitely not staying home or in that room one moment longer.
I mean, I very much doubt that it was anything bad or intending to hurt me. And I've never mentioned it to my mother. By that age, paranormal happenings were as commonplace to me as replacing toilet tissue. Even the things that spooked me didn't leave lasting scary impressions anymore. Honestly, whatever that was, it probably just came from a spirit that was about as sick of my attitude as my mom was and just wanted to scare me out of bed. In retrospect, that's actually pretty funny!