My youngest brother came into my room one morning and asked if I had gone into his room the night before. I was still sleeping and got annoyed and told him of course I hadn't. I didn't get home from my bar tending shift until about 4 in the morning and went right to bed. It was obvious he didn't believe me but I didn't care and told him to go away.
Because of things I've experienced over the years and general curiosity, I asked him later that afternoon why he thought I'd gone into his room. It took quite a bit of effort to get the full story from him and then only after other family members had begun to share experiences they'd had over the years did he tell the full story.
He was asleep. He woke up because someone was on top of him. He kept his eyes closed to feign sleep until he was prepared to retaliate against what he thought was a rapist. As this person sat on top of him, the covers were also being pulled off of him. He was getting ready to fight back, terrified, when he heard my voice whisper in his ear, "do you have any weed?" He rolled over and went right back to sleep thinking it was just me in his room.
He believes he was awake just as much as he thinks he must have been asleep.
When I pointed out I wasn't even home and that it was impossible for me to be sitting on top of him while also pulling off the covers, it was then I could tell he believed something else aka paranormal had happened.
The first night we moved into this house I remember a feeling of unease. It was unlike me, but I also remember feeling relieved before we moved in to find out the house was built in the 70s and no one had died in it.
But once I was sitting at the computer downstairs and out of the corner of my eye I saw what appeared to be an old man walk out of the bathroom behind me to my left and toward the staircase in front of me to my left.
My sister one time, lying on the couch in that same room, saw me come out of the bathroom and walk toward the same set of stairs. She called my name and as I walked up the stairs I turned to look at her but kept walking up the stairs out of sight. She thought I was being a jerk until she realized I wasn't even home. I was 300 miles away in upstate New York.
She was terrified.
My mother (who is very hard of hearing) on several occasions has burst into my room while I'm quietly reading or working on art in a panic, asking me what's wrong, swearing she heard me screaming for help.
One time I was in bed reading late at night when, clear as day, a creepy voice screamed right in my ear, "help me!" I froze, and looked around but no one was there.
I walked into the kitchen late one night and it was like a slap across the face: I KNEW someone else was in the kitchen standing by the fridge. But with all the lights already on, I couldn't see them.
My youngest brother says he sees shadows when he walks down the stairs. My mother sees them as she sits in the kitchen. My sister suffered from insomnia when she lived here and says it's because she was always too afraid of a presence she felt.
There was another time I heard a voice clear as a bell right in my ear but I can't remember what it said.
I wrote all this down last summer and sent it to a local paranormal group and they said they'd be over to the house ASAP but after we all talked we came to the conclusion that while it's scary in the moment, we don't believe anything here means to cause us harm. I never responded to the paranormal team after that.
I'm just concerned why my sister saw me, my brother heard me, and my mother continually hears me calling for help.
Am I somehow haunting my own house?
My middle brother and father haven't experienced anything (so they say) but my mother, sister, youngest brother and I have experienced all this and more. It comes and goes and doesn't seem to make sense.
Any ideas?
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