I spent a good amount of my childhood living with my grandparents in a very rural part of West Virginia. Their house, well, the whole area where they lived, was haunted. There were many times that we'd hear footsteps in a room nobody was in at the time, paper towel rolls unrolling themselves... Things that you normally associate with some place that's haunted. But honestly, especially when you're very young, you really don't think about it too much. It's just the way things are. But one night, at least for me, that all changed.
I was probably about 6 or 7 at the time of this incident. My grandma had some relatives visiting, and I really never liked them. They were loud, obnoxious, and generally unpleasant to be around. I was a quiet kid, and had decided that I needed to get away from all the ruckus going on in the living room, where my grandparents, my brothers, and these boorish relatives were talking. So I left the living room and walked into the kitchen.
Let me explain the layout of the house briefly. My grandparents bought a two room house from my grandma's brother and added on as needed, so the layout wasn't what you'd call a traditional one. When you walked out of the living room you entered a kitchen, which had a bedroom attached to it, and a door leading out to a small utility room used for storage. This room emptied out to the yard, where a small creek babbled away. There were other rooms, but for times sake, I won't describe them.
Anyway, I was going through the kitchen to the aforementioned bedroom (that's where my toys were). When I walked in, the first thing to draw my attention was the HUGE crystal cake plate sitting in the middle of my grandparents big kitchen table. My grandma was quite the cook, and had made this cake from scratch, and it was a beaut! Because of the fact that I was so young, the cake plate was so massive, and the table was so big, there was no way for me to move it. As I entered the room, suddenly the cake plate, without anyone touching it, picked itself up and hurled itself across the room. I stood there, with a mixture of fear and awe, when my grandma came running in along with pretty much everybody else in the living room. She screamed "Why? Why did you do that! I worked so hard to make that cake! Why did you throw it like that!" My grandpa walked in, looked at her, and said "You know that boy didn't do that. And you know what did." I'll never forget the look of fear and sadness on her face, or how her face completely drained of color.
I know it doesn't sound like much, but that was the day I woke up to the fact that there are things in that house that weren't of this world. I started noticing... REALLY noticing what was going on. There are a lot more things about that house I could talk about, and hopefully this site will give me a chance to. I started with this story because of how it woke me up to the strangeness of the things going on there.