I've mentioned before that I've always felt like I was haunted. I don't understand it nor do I want to, I've been doing fine without knowing for 25 years. Before I begin I will tell you more about myself. I believe in everything, I believe that there are lost souls who wander this earth, I believe that the devil can sway your thoughts, I believe that there are a few number of people who can tell you of your past, present and future with just a look. Growing up I was always obsessed with the paranormal, I'd read anything about the subject.
I am going to share a few incidents that have happened to me, and to this day I still can't figure it out. (My fiancé is the nephew of my dad's girlfriend, and at one point we both lived with them for about 6 months)
1. My fiancé was packing (he sometimes had to go to different cities in Texas to work) and we were at my dad's girlfriends house. History about the house was that two brothers owned the house and there was a murder-suicide and now the house is somewhat haunted. Well he was on the couch going through his things and I was on the love seat with his cousin, who was 13 at the time. I was painting her toenails and so the way that we were seated on the couch, I was on the actual part of the couch and she was seating on the arm, facing me.
We were all talking and all of a sudden you could see this black form floating down the hall. It looked as if it was on the wall, but either way we all saw it. My fiancé said "oh that's just a shadow of a rat", but there was no way that it could have been a rat. His cousin and I were kind of shocked; she told me that when she was little that she would always see this man, but as she got older she stopped seeing him. She said that she never saw anything like that before and it kind of scared her. The form was not a human shape, more of a blob.
We all kind of sat there and I told my fiancé to go see where it went if it was just a rat, needless to say he didn't want to check.
2. Another incident happened at the same house, my dad and his girlfriend were at a benefit for someone who died, all four of her kids were home, 3 were in their bedroom playing video games and another was in the shower. My fiancé had been out of town, and since it was just us there my dad locked the house up, burglar bars, the main gate outside.
From my dad's room I could see who came in and out of the boys' bedroom, the littlest one who's 6, left the room and came running back saying "Jenny, James is home but he won't talk to me, he's standing at the door, but he won't talk to me". I knew that there was no way that anyone could come in, so I asked him to show me where he was and I followed him into the living room and he pointed right to the sliding door area (known to be where a man was killed, also where the grandfather had died).
I asked him to show me what "James" was doing and he stood with his back turned, hands on his hips and started laughing. I asked him why he was laughing and he said "that's what 'James' was doing", I told him that there was no one there, but he was insistent about him being there, he kept asking me "why was he laughing at me, why didn't 'James' want to look at me?" I couldn't answer that and it's crazy because he said that man looked like my fiancé from the back.
I told my dad's girlfriend about what happened and she told me that all of her kids have seen this "man" but soon forget when they reach about 12 years old. She told me that she never seen the man, only a small child, which is what the next incident is about.
3. Late one night my fiance and I were watching TV, my dad and his girlfriend were at a party, 2 out of the 4 kids were away at sleepovers. The only ones there that night were me, my fiance, the 6 year old and the 8 year old. It was about 1:30 am, and suddenly this little boy appeared in the hallway, he was very pale, dark hair, big brown eyes, he had on those blue fleece pajamas with the footies. I asked him "Baby, what's the matter?" thinking it was the 6 year old, my fiance looked over and asked me who was I talking to? "Stevie (not his real name) was there", and out of nowhere he was gone, my fiance got up to check to see what was going on because there was no way that "Stevie" could have gotten off the bunk bed by himself, he calls for someone to get him when he wants to get off.
My fiance came back and told me that they were both asleep, that somehow it was a reflection from the TV. I doubt that, but I know what I saw, and for a brief second I saw that little boy.
There are a lot other stories that have been told to me about that house, but I don't feel it's my right to share those stories, I do however have some more stories regarding the trailer, so I will try and post some more as soon as I find the time!