When we moved from the house in Goshen to the one in Elkhart, Mom and Dad watched me all the time. It was like they were waiting to see if anything weird would happen here to. I got to pick out which room I wanted and I picked the biggest one. But it was the coldest one. We couldn't do a thing to get it warm. Even in the summer.
My brother was just a couple of months old and I thought he was mine. I wanted to do everything for him even though I was young. I would take him in my room to play when mom was upstairs. He would play for a little bit, but if he got close to the closet he would cry and act like I was beating him. Mom always took him away saying I had to be nice. We would just be playing, I didn't know why he would cry.
Mom and Dad slept across the hall with my brother. His room was down the hall, but he was too little to sleep there alone, because the top of the stairs had no railing. We were afraid he would fall down them if he was looking for Dad.
When it was time to go to bed, I started to hear gunshots. Two right after the other, and they came out of the closet. Then would come a horrible, long sound that was like a cry and a moan at the same time. It would last for a couple of minutes and then just stop. I would go check it out, from behind a door, but never saw anything.
Soon a boy would start to visit me. First I was sleeping and told my Mom about him only because the back of his head was gone. She told me I must have had a nightmare and to try to sleep again. After going in her room about five times one night, (there wasn't room in the bed, my brother was there) she came in and said "look, you look really scary to my girl, you need to stop bothering her". I did not have the dream again.
The next night at bed time, there was a knock on the door. No one was there. Then it knocked again. It was coming from the closet. I just kept saying "please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me". I looked, but no one was there either so I went to bed. What could I do? I was hearing things. I'm not sure why, but he decided to come out. I know it was his face, but he had a whole head. It just sort of filled in from the dream. He became my friend and warned me about the woman of the house. I thought he meant my Mom.
Too much to tell in one story, but the basement was like a bus terminal. There would be all kinds of things down there coming and going. That was Dad's computer room and Moms laundry, so we were down there a lot. I just tried to stay out of the computer room.
There was a mirror on the back of the bathroom door that you could see a woman in when it was all foggy from a shower. She was strange though. She would sort of change in features where she would look like she was a guy dressed up as a girl for halloween. Mom actually talked to her in the mirror and she WROTE back through the mirror.
People got sick in that house a lot. That's when Mom found Brenda and her husband at work. They are pagan and are the healers of their clan. We did a couple of outings with them and Mom spent a long time studying with Brenda to get rid of what was in our house. Brenda brought two friends over and we did a cleansing like I never saw before and that was scary. The things I saw didn't go away though, they just hid.
If anyone would like to hear of these other stories, I'll tell them too. But I'm trying to find out why they keep coming to me. If anyone has any suggestions I'll listen, too many things happen around me and no one will spend the night. I want to have friends come over.