My mother and I were talking last night and I happened to mention something odd that had occurred in my room recently. Well, one thing led to another and we found ourselves discussing some of the experiences the entire family had had when we lived in a decrepit trailer in Valdez, AK (we moved away when I was seven and have been living in the capital for almost eight years now). And I thought that I would just share some of these with you all. I have the consent of my family members to speak of this, but I will not use their names if I use them at all.
One encounter was when I was around four years old. I remember this vividly because of how annoying it was and how much trouble it got me in. This one happened only to me. I had a bunk bed when I was little and always slept on the top because the shadows on the floor at night always scared me. Now, I was always afraid of falling off the top bunk even though there was a rail and ladder, so I slept as close to the wall as possible. One night, I heard that familiar whispering, like somebody calling my name. I ignored it and tried to go back to sleep. I started to hear the voice right up against my ear and I could feel breath against my skin. When I still didn't respond, I guess whatever it was got mad because I felt strong hands lift me up and the next thing I knew I was falling to the floor and I landed on all of my toys and books. My room had been trashed! Like any child, I started to cry and my mom came into the room and simply said I'd fallen and scolded me for making such a mess.
The next day, my mom said that she wouldn't take me to my grandma's until I'd cleaned up my room. So, I put everything away (it took me over an hour) and thought I heard my mom call my name. I got up and went to the other end of the trailer to ask her what, she didn't call me of course, but asked to see my room. We went to my room to find it even more trashed than it had been before. I stood there in shock after my mom left me to clean again, and thought I heard taunting laughter behind me. I remember saying, "That's not funny, stop it right now!" I cleaned again, and the room stayed clean.
Fast forward a year or so, my mom is standing in the kitchen on the phone with my grandma staring at this big yellow door that led to a storage area we never went in. The door had a small window on it and, as my mom stared at it, it started to open all on its own! My mom dropped the phone and ran down the street to my grandma's. She was the only one in the trailer at that time (about mid afternoon).
My dad, (let's call him Jim) had a horrible dream where he had an out-of-body experience. He was floating above his body and could see him and my mom laying there sleeping. They had a closet at the foot of their bed that had mirrors on the outside, and Jim found himself being tugged towards the mirror. Ghost-like hands reached out and grabbed his legs, pulling him into the mirror and into another world, away from his body. Jim tried to get free and back to his body. He suddenly found himself back in his own body and the entire bed was covered in a cold sweat, he woke my mom and ever since that day until we moved, he slept out on the couch. I was about six at the time.
This last one happened in front of both me and my mom. It was the month after I'd turned seven and my brother was about four the time. We had come back from the store and it was about four in the afternoon I guess, and when we opened the door, we both saw a large goblet my mom kept on top of the TV lift itself into the air, hover for a moment, then shoot straight across the room away from us to crash into the wall. Neither me nor my mom said anything, we simply shut the door again and went to my grandma's.