My Mom and Dad are pretty quiet about things that happen to us. They don't like to tell the stories because no one believes us anyway, except my great grandma. But she can't help us anymore because my grandma told her to stop feeding my imagination.
What I am about to tell you is going to sound crazy, but it happened to me. Mom tries to help, but she is basically clueless, even when things happen to her too. She walks around the house saying the Indian prayer to the Great Spirit and telling things not to harm us kids, but I don't think that is working.
When I was much younger, before my brother was born, we lived in a mobile home park and in our house, I had a bedroom in the front and my parents were in the back with a huge bathtub that I liked to play in. Mom would bless the bath water with lavender and fill it all the way up so I could play. No reason for that, great grandma just told her that should be done when "cleansing". One day I looked in the mirrors above the sinks and I saw a woman who looked very sad sitting on the back of the tub with her feet in the water. I remember turning around and only seeing the wall so I screamed at Mom to help. She grabbed me out of the tub and asked what was wrong, but I couldn't tell her.
This same woman was in my bathroom. I hated going in there. Mom and Dad made it a princess bathroom so that I would, but when I wanted to take a bath, the woman was laying in the tub. At times when I would go in there the whole room looked different. The walls would have carpeting on it all the way to the ceiling and the window was covered with a board. Sometimes I would see something red all over the toilet, sink and tub. It was a small bathroom, so everything was close together. Mom couldn't use it unless the door was left open, she never told me why.
My bedroom was the worst. The woman was there with a little girl. They would hug each other and sit on the window seat like they were watching for someone to come home, because they would jump up and run out of the room. They always seemed either scared or sad. At night something would come out of the closet. It was big because it would pull the door off the track and it would be hanging there when we all got up. I never saw it because when I would hear it coming I got out of there! I just started sleeping on the living room couch.
Lots of other things have happened in that house and others. Dad moved us out of there when Mom got pregnant with my brother because she had already lost three babies there. He said we needed a bigger place, but I think he saw things too. I caught him talking to Mom a couple of times before she even got home.