I really don't know where to start. This is going to be a long one. I guess I can start by saying that my parents have lived in their home for 39 years now. Growing up wasn't peachy in this household. I was the baby of the family. I came 8 years after my parents had their 3rd child. There are four of us all together. 1 brother and 2 sisters. Ages ranging from 38-40. Well there was a lot of yelling and fighting in this household as you can imagine. We were not the perfect family, but things could have been worse, right?
Okay moving on. As a kid (about 8) I remember laying out in the den with my two sisters watching whatever was on TV and I told my oldest sister that I was hot and she said she was, too. Not even a minute later, the ceiling fan turned on. And we were in awe of course, but we figured the dial (old 70's ceiling fan) wasn't fully on the switch.
I grew up with a family who LOVED horror movies. I still love them to this day. My evil brother and sisters loved to torture me by making me watch them at a very young age. Most of them were cheesy, but I was terrified of the paranormal, demonic ones. Like The Evil Dead and The Exorcist, the Exorcist especially. I didn't get over that movie until I was at least 21. Now I can watch it like nothing.
My sisters and sometimes their friends continued to torture me by playing my mom's Ouija board (which she got as a present when she was only TWELVE). They'd ask it stupid questions and make up answers. Normal stuff, right? I remember one guy asked it when I was going to die and I was so upset and they just laughed and laughed. I laugh about it today actually.
Moving on to my teenage years. I remember my oldest sister and me watching TV out in the den and we had one lamp in the den and a kitchen window light on aside from the TV light. Well, one night we saw this huge shadow appear across the back door of the den area and we both assumed it was our dad, who is a big guy. We both turned around to look and no one was there. I remember my sister and I looking at each other like "what was that?" I laughed and walked to my parent's room and asked my dad if he had just came into that room and he said no. He and my mom looked at me crazy of course.
A lot of weird stuff happened when I was a teen, but I'll leave that out. I can't categorize it (because it wasn't really paranormal, I don't think... just weird coincidences), but it was weird nonetheless. If you want to know more about that, then I can post another entry, but for now we'll move on.
My sister (the 3rd child) and her husband moved into a house down the street from us. And I was often over there. Not too soon after moving in, weird, unexplained things were happening. I remember the first day I ever went over there, I felt weird. The previous owners had this gaudy full length mirror in the kitchen that was parallel to the entry way to the hall. So you could see down the hall if your back was to it. It gave me the creeps. Surprisingly, that was the only thing that really creeped me out. I guess I watched Poltergeist III too many times.
Anyway, I know standing in the kitchen cooking or washing dishes, it always felt like someone was standing behind you and looking over your shoulder. It wasn't threatening but it was definitely weird. There was a window in the kitchen that looked out into the converted den area that the previous owners had built.
Again, I was at this house A LOT. I got pregnant at 18 and I used to baby-sit for my sister and her husband all the time. When I was alone at night, I would hear my name being called. In both a whisper and regular talking voice. It was very odd. I would hear the phone ring when I was on it. Ha-ha, I know that sounds bizarre, but it happened! I spent a lot of the time in the front room where the computer was. And often I would hear small feet run down the hallway (the same one I mentioned before that the mirror in the kitchen faced). I thought it was my 2 year old niece getting out of her crib and running down the hall. I would walk down and look for her and she wasn't there. I would walk to her and her sister's bedroom and find her asleep in her crib. The light would be on and I would turn it off. A little bit later, I would hear the little feet running down the hall and I would look and find their bedroom light on again. This happened a lot.
I finally just gave up on investigating and went on with my business.
One night my sister had gone out with some friends and was out all night. Her husband worked graveyard, so I was there babysitting once again. I was sitting out in the den when I heard a clacking sound in the kitchen. It sounded like my sister walking into the kitchen with a certain pair of shoes she wore that made that sound and I heard her call my name. Loudly, I might add. Like she was looking for me. I asked "What?" and I got no answer. I got up and walked into the kitchen and no one was there. I thought maybe she was really drunk and passed out in her bed... No one was in there either. The front door was still locked as well. I thought maybe she had left again. I really didn't think too much of it at the time. When she finally came home, I asked her what she had wanted and she looked at me weird. I said, "When you came home. You called my name in the kitchen, what did you want?" She told me she had never came home. I was a little spooked... as was she, but again we just laughed it off. She's told me some of her weird experiences, too but most of them are like mine. They no longer live there. I often wonder if the new tenants experience anything.
I had my daughter in 1997. Nothing unusual really happened for the first 2 years of her life. That of course, changed. One day I noticed that when a toy rolled or was thrown anywhere my closet was, she would walk slowly to that area and run back crying hysterically. Of course at the age of 2, she wasn't able to explain to me what was going on. This freaked me out. I asked my sisters to come over and see what I saw. They thought it was weird, too. It scared me. I felt helpless because I couldn't protect her from seeing or feeling whatever was there.
My sister gets this "bright" idea to do the Ouija board in my room. I was so against it, but they did it anyway. They closed their eyes and began concentrating. I don't remember what they asked the board, exactly, but they BOTH stopped breathing for at least a minute and had tears in their eyes when they came to. I told them to get the hell out of my room. I didn't want that crap in here.
Well things got worse. My friend, who was a skeptic saw a tall dark figure in my house one night and I about freaked and told her to stop lying. She swore up and down that she saw a dark figure standing in the doorway with a top hat on. Well like a week later, without telling ANYONE about what she saw, my sisters bring up some story about the "shadow man" that they remember encountering as kids. And they said he walked across the backyard in broad daylight and it freaked them out. When they told me what he looked like... I told them to shut up! They said he had a top hat on as well. I was freaked out.
My sister (closest to my age) was staying a week at my parents house because she and her husband were fighting. Well, one night she had gone out with her friends and came home completely lit. She was staggering and slurring. I laughed at her. She asks me if I want to get high (weed, nothing else) and I was like, yeah okay. So we go out into the garage and I take 2 hits off a joint. JUST TWO and we come back in and I'm feeling pretty relaxed but I'm not stoned. We joke and laugh about whatever for awhile. Time passes and I get hungry and she says she needs to use the restroom.
I go into the kitchen and she goes out of the room down the hall to the bathroom. I begin heating up left overs in the microwave and I start laughing to myself because I thought of something funny about her husband (I don't even remember what) and I turn around wondering where she was because I didn't hear or see her walk back into the room and a lot of time had passed. When I turned around she was standing in the doorway and looking forward at the wall in front of her and she had no expression on her face. I looked at her and laughed thinking "she is so trashed..." She walks slowly, without staggering, to the couch and sits on the edge of the couch. Her back straight, her knees together and her hands on her knees. I'm, of course, thinking "what the hell is she doing?"
Well I go on and tell her what I was laughing about and she's not giving me any response. So I call her name to get her attention and she turns her head towards me and says, "Yes?" and then slowly turns her head back towards the TV that she had been looking at prior. I start to get a little creeped out and ask her to stop doing whatever she was doing. I plead with her to stop messing around and she just looks at me and that look just like cut right through me. I was completely terrified.
I dropped whatever was in my hand and ran out of the room into my oldest sister's room (who was asleep, by the way) screaming and crying. She tries to calm me down and I try to explain to her what happened. Mind you, I was like 20 or so years old at the time and I was terrified and in hysterics. My oldest sister practically drags me into the other room to confront my other sister. And my other sister has NO IDEA what I'm talking about. I didn't want to be anywhere near her. My oldest sister is still trying to calm me down and tells me to breathe, so I can explain what happened. I tell them both and my sister freaks out and she's scared because she can see how scared I am. My oldest of course, thinks I'm nuts and is pissed that we both woke her up.
To this day, my sister still denies being involved in any of that. She has a completely different story. She claims she walked from the bathroom into the den and was watching Madonna on MTV. I've pretty much blame the marijuana now looking back at it. Not that I had ever hallucinated on smoking weed, much less just from two hits of a joint, but I can't find any other logical explanation.
My oldest sister was skeptical about some of the stuff my other sister and I had gone through. She hadn't really experienced much other than the big dark shadow in our den area, seeing my daughter's reaction to that area by my closet and of course, the "shadow man". Well one morning, I woke up to what sounded like furniture moving in the other room and I heard keys jangling as well. I didn't think much of it. I thought it was my sister rearranging furniture. She was known to do that.
Well I got me and my daughter dressed and I walked over to my sister's town home (which was a little further down the street from the house she had once lived in). I get there and maybe 30 minutes later, the phone rings and it's my oldest sister telling my other sister that she was hearing things move. I was like "WHAT?" and I explained to her that I had heard the same thing but I thought it was HER doing it. She of course was a little freaked out now. Then she screamed and a loud crash and the phone hung up. I don't know if she accidentally hung it up or did it for show, but nonetheless the connection was lost. We kept trying to call her back but she wouldn't answer. Finally, we go a hold of her again and she was frantic. She said the vacuum cleaner just fell over out of nowhere and other things fell down, too. She said she was on her way over. My sister and I laughed at her, to be honest because we thought, "FINALLY, she understands now!"
In the same year, I was over at my friend's house with my daughter and we left to go to 7-11 or something. It's summer and in Texas it's HOT. Even late at night. Well we pull to the end of the road and my daughter starts screaming and kicking and trying to get out of her car seat and she keeps covering her eyes and I think maybe a bee or bug is back there and my friend, who had better access to her, reaches over and tries to calm her down. She looked at me and told me it was extremely cold back there where my daughter was at. I told her to take me home! Once I got my daughter out of the car, she was fine. Strange.
The whispering of the names continued and an eerie feeling that something was around continued for awhile. I told it to go and that it wasn't wanted here at both my sister's town home and at my parent's house and things went back to normal. Well nothing too odd or scary at least. There are still some things that happen, but I just ignore it now.
After the "weed" incident... I feel as if I maybe brought this on with my own mind. Like I willed it to happen, which takes me back to some weird occurrences when I was a teen. I used to say things and they would happen. It used to freak my friends out. Maybe subconsciously I wanted to experience it. I know that sounds crazy, but the mind is a powerful thing. Someone once told me that I seemed to make it manifest. I don't know. It's definitely something I'll never forget. I tell people about it and some believe me and some don't. It's to be expected, though.
I'm definitely a skeptic when it comes to other people's stories though. Crazy, huh?