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Past Christmas Visitation


This story is a short one from my past. A personal encounter that has stuck with me throughout the years and I recently talked about during my last Christmas trip to see my family. It's amazing what comes up when we sit around and talk about the past, with my family, inevitably ghost stories always turn up!

I was around 10-11 when this happened in my childhood home. My bedroom was at the end of a hall and at the time, my bed was positioned in such a way where I could look down the length of the hall to the stairwell. From this vantage point on the right (from the bed) was my parent's room. The next door down was my brothers and only a few feet down was the stairs. The only rooms on the left were a spare (junk) room and the bathroom which was directly across from the stairs. I could see all this from my bed. It was just the 4 of us living in the house. There was a window at the end of the hall near the stairs that allowed some light into the hall at night.

Now my dad never got up during the night at all, when he went to bed, he didn't emerge from the bedroom until he got up for the day. My mom on the other hand got up to use the bathroom several times at night, but her routine was always the same. She would leave the door to the bedroom open while she was up and they always had a fan running at night, and you could hear it well when the door was open, and not so much when it was closed. My brother didn't have a door at the time as such, but a curtain strung across his door to close his room off. I always left my door open at night.

Now that I've described the set up, this event happened in December. One winter night, I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep. Everyone was in bed. I glanced down the hall towards my brother's room and saw something strange. There were a few shadows in the hall but there seemed to be cluster near my brother's door. There was light from the window, reflected from the snow and streetlights. I had been to bed for some time and though I hadn't yet fallen asleep, my eyes were adjusted to the dark.

As I stared, the shadows seemed to resolve into a figure standing at my brother's door. I don't know if they became a figure or as I stared I just realized a figure was there. Either way as I continued watching, it looked like a man, looking into my brother's room. 'He' seemed to have a hand on either side of the door post to support himself as he leaned his head into the doorway, apparently watching my brother. 'He' was looking past the curtain.

I couldn't believe I was seeing this. My parent's door was closed, I didn't hear the fan, so they weren't up and this figure seemed taller than anyone in my family anyways. I knew my brother was asleep in his room and besides this man or whatever was much bigger than my younger brother anyways.

I don't know if 'he' realized I was watching him or not. I had difficulty accepting what was happening, yet at the same time, felt no fear. I didn't try to hide, I just observed 'him', fascinated. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes, but the figure straightened up and pulled his head out of the curtain/doorway. 'He' then sidestepped to the stairs, staying close to the wall. It was only a few feet but the stairwell was engulfed in shadow, so 'he' seemed to either dissolve or melt into the shadows and I could no longer see 'him'. The hall seemed to be empty again and as I started trying to sort out what happened, the top stair creaked. For anyone who lives in a home with steps that creak, after awhile, you can tell, which step it is from the sound and whether it's just the house settling or someone putting their weight on it! That's the moment it became all too real for me!

I know I said something the next morning to my mom about it. She simply told me it was probably Santa Claus checking on us to be sure we were being good, since Christmas was right around the corner. I'm pretty sure what I saw wasn't good ole Saint Nick!

I've puzzled about it over the years. I know at times being alone and downstairs, I've heard noises that sounded like someone was upstairs, but that could've been my imagination. My mom mentioned to me when I was older, that the stairs sometimes gave her the creeps, and at times when she used to the bathroom, she felt as if she was being watched (since it was right across from the stairs). The house has been almost completely renovated over the years and those feelings are long since gone.

As a footnote, when I stay with my parent's now, I sleep in my brother's old room (which now has a door) and have never felt even slightly uncomfortable in there.

The only conclusion I've come to is that it was a relative who passed or perhaps a guide or angel that was checking up on my brother. It wasn't scary, just puzzling. I don't believe from their behavior they expected to be spotted and appeared to try and be inconspicuous.

Either way I thought I would share!

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The_Lost_Voyage_11 (5 stories) (163 posts)
1 week ago (2023-01-28)
Hello Rajine, yes, you could be right, it could have been a previous owner. My parents have owned it since 1976, so nearly 50 years. At the time of this story, it would have only been 8-9 years after they purchased it.

I believe my mom mentioned some information on the people they bought it from, but I would have to have her refresh my mind. Nothing bad having happened there was ever reported and it always had a good vibe to the place.

One curious fact I will mention, is I saw the floor plans for the place, (rough design) from an old historic survey report of some sort at the historic society and the upstairs design looked a little different. I believe there were stairs where my bedroom would come to be and there was some evidence of this in the dining room ceiling (which was right below my bedroom) I'm not sure how old the house actually is, but I believe the plans I were looking at were from the 1920's I will try to look at that book again when I go back this year.
The_Lost_Voyage_11 (5 stories) (163 posts)
1 week ago (2023-01-28)
Hello Pelatiah, my brother doesn't say much about his room. I will mention that he had one doozy of a nightmare in there one night that drove him from his room and he would sometimes rock in his sleep.

There was also his curious habit of talking in his sleep. It was like he was actually having a conversation with someone. I usually would move past his room quickly at night if I had to use the bathroom because of this. For some reason I had an eerie feeling, like I was hearing something I shouldn't or intruding on a private conversation, if that makes any sense?

He outgrew all of this you could say, and as far as I know, these 'activities' were confined to his room as a youth.

My family usually does like to indulge in ghost stories, there are many who believe and others who don't. What's fun is every time they're brought up, I usually hear a new one, or more information than I heard before on something already talked about. It's always a blast!
Rajine (14 stories) (548 posts)
2 weeks ago (2023-01-24)
Hi The_Lost_Voyage_11

Your parents house, were there any previous owners?, assuming that they were, it could also be a previous owner, correct me if I am wrong.
Pelatiah (4 stories) (34 posts)
2 weeks ago (2023-01-23)
Oh wow, Lost Voyage, I just submitted something before reading this & am chuckling at the similarities. My thing happened just last night. But I'm super interested to see that you include angels in your possibilities list.

I'm not sure how you didn't scream for your mom!

What are your brother's memories, if any, of his room? Curious. Also, you're fortunate that your family will talk about it with you. Mine usually tease me, although my husband is ok to tell sometimes. As a skeptic, he sometimes isn't sure what to think of my "stuff." haha.

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