For those of you who read my first story about the house on Kimberly Street, that was only about my house. I posted a comment that stated it was not just the house, but my street as a whole that had activity.
My friend that lived across the street, Amy, she also had things happen in her house as well. I was over there one afternoon and we were sitting in her living room watching TV. All of a sudden what looked like a hand slammed into the window across from us. We both screamed at the same time and went running out the door. We stopped in the front yard and thought maybe it was just a bird, upon further examination, no bird or feathers could be found in front of that window.
As I stated in my first story, there were a lot of kids for us to play with and there were a lot of teenage boys that lived in the neighborhood too. We put a volleyball net up in our yard and every Sunday almost the whole neighborhood would be over there to play. We would cook out on the grill and different people would bring different things. Amy had gone home to get something out of her room on one of these Sundays and all of a sudden we heard her scream. At the same time that she screamed, her basement light turned on. About 5 of the teenage boys went running over there to make sure she was ok. By the time they ran across the street she had run from up stairs and was half way through her yard. When they asked her what was wrong, all she said was that someone was in her house. Upon them immediately going into her house and searching, they found nothing but the basement light on.
My parents went out of town for the night and I decided to stay with my friend Wendy. She lived on the "main" street that you turned off of to get to my street. We played about all day, ate that evening, took a bath and we were getting ready for bed. All of a sudden I got this terrible pain in my stomach and was just so nauseous. Her dad tried everything that they had and nothing was working. At about 2am, I called my next door neighbor, Donna, and asked her if I could come to her house for the night because I was so sick. She agreed and told me she would open the kitchen door and cut on the light for me so, off I went through the yard.
When I got beside Wendy's house, there was a huge butterfly bush and it started shaking violently. I'm not talking about a bird or squirrel moving in the bush, I mean shaking to the point that blooms and leaves were falling to the ground by the handfuls. I ran as fast as I could through the yard and across the street to Donna's house where she was waiting for me in the kitchen. When I ran through the door, out of breath, she asked what was wrong and I told her. She told me it was just my imagination and for me to lay down on the sofa and go on to sleep.
I don't know whether it was the shock of the bush or being out of Wendy's house, but when I finally caught my breath I was no longer sick to my stomach. So there you go, another experience on Kimberly Street. I hope you enjoyed and like always, thank you for reading!