I was nine years old and very excited to move into our new home. I finally had my own room! It was only a few months before the excitement became an excitement of a different sorts. Our family of five went to the circus together leaving no one at home all day. We returned to find a round light fixture that usually hung at the bottom of the stairs on the floor, upside down, over in the corner below. It was in perfect condition and actually had two out of three of the screws that bolted in place underneath it. The third screw in the ceiling.
My parents discussed who had a key to the house. My Mom's mother was the only one. They called her to ask if she'd been in the house that day. She had not. They confirmed with her that she knew nothing of the mysteriously place light fixture.
I think we all kept it in our minds and kept our eyes open. I remember I was excited at the idea of the paranormal even at that young age. It didn't take long for my curiosity to be intrigued yet again.
My brother's birthday, September 1982 (the same year), we had family over for cake. All of us children were playing upstairs. My brothers and male cousins in my brothers' bedroom, the girls and I in mine. We were called downstairs for cake and when we returned upstairs my brothers could not get back into their bedroom.
They had called our parents and the adults upstairs to see why the door would not open to discover that the bureau that usually sat against the wall on the left of the door was in fact in front of the door. Right up against the door that opened into the room.
Thinking there had to be an explanation my father and uncle muscled the door open. We checked the windows, they were shut and locked, we looked under the beds there was no one. Did a headcount and everyone was accounted for. They didn't have a bedroom closet to hide in. Yet another mystery.
Things calmed down for a while. We had of course told our friends our "ghost stories" and with pride. There were friends who slept over and said the eyes in my mother's wedding picture over our mantel turned red. We had seances with friends and kids from the neighborhood where we would rig baseball trophies to fall and basically play jokes on the kids, the spirit or spirits of our house may have been quietly watching but they were not gone.
It was a few years later when my brother told me that he had been listening to music in his room and heard someone call his name from the bottom of the stairs. He had turned the music down and looked down the stairs to see "a white floaty thing" at the bottom of the stairs. Quite frankly I did not believe him. I thought he had been tired and had tired eyes or something.
Maybe a few months later I had been home alone, in my room listening to music and heard my name being called from down the stairs. I lowered my music and looked outside my room a few times and saw nothing. Finally I answered again, convinced I had heard something and I also saw the "white floaty thing" at the bottom of the stairs.
Part of me felt and still would feel like I would be interested in interaction with the unknown and communicating with this white floating object but when actually faced with this, as a teenager, I backed into my room, shut the door and sat on my bed with the radio down low staring at my locked bedroom door.
I continued to be intrigued by communication and existence of the life beyond. My friend who had an Ouija board had convinced me to try it. We had made contact with what we believed to be a spirit. We spoke with him often through out our high school years. One of my younger brothers decided to use the Ouija board with his friends. It had become old hat to me so I was not part of the "conversation". What I can attest to is what the outcome was from that communication.
My brother and his friends had approached me after hours with the Ouija Board and told me that the Ouija board claimed to be a boy who had died in our house. The spirit could prove this because his body was buried under the fourth floor board back from the front of the house. My brother was looking for permission from me to rip up the corner of the carpet in his room to look under a floor board. Our mother was not home and this somehow left me in charge of such a decision. I had basically told him I would not tell him it was okay, but if he did it I'd like to be there.
They peeled up the corner of the carpet nothing. There was a space behind the slanted roof and straight walls that was empty and not accessible to walk in or even crawl in. They had suggested we put a hole into this wall to see what may or may not have been in that space. Again, I refused to "okay" this but subtly encouraged it.
We put a hole in the wall, looked in with a flash light and saw a white material on the floor. We got it out and it turned out to be two boys sized t-shirts. I believed my brothers took the t-shirts to the cemetery and buried them in a shirt box. Nothing occurred in the house after that and we were not able to make contact with any spirits with that Ouija board after that day.