While growing up we moved around a lot, mostly in New Jersey. During that time many things happened in my life that no one else in my family admitted to seeing or hearing. Like at night while in bed, I would wake up and notice that the curtains from the window were moving back toward the window. They had been off their rod again so to speak, but they always took the rod with them on their walks. As I watched they would move back and forth toward me and toward the window. It scared the crap out of me. In the same house I would hear the liquor bottles on the cabinet downstairs clink together when no one else heard them. They clinked all the time.
Later, we moved to Delaware - Harrington. In a house there, the game was on from day one. My sister and I saw the house for the first time when we unloaded boxes from the truck. Then our family left her and I there to unpack while they got another load. As soon as I walked into the house a voice not of this earth called my sister. She has an unusual name so it scared me that he knew it. She never heard it but I did. Once while sick with a migraine a wispy boy stood at the end of my bed as if checking on me. I was not afraid of him. Just startled by his appearance. These are just a few of my experiences. Maybe some day I will tell you about the porcelain clown doll that bites.