I am writing this in hopes of somebody being able to explain it. I live in a rural area of northern Georgia, but this experience began about 6000 miles away, 26 years ago.
When I was a growing up, my dad was in the Navy. We moved to Hawaii when I was 11 years old, my sister was 14. While waiting for a house on base, my parents rented a townhouse in a small town called Temple Valley. All of our furniture and household stuff was being shipped over, and all we had were our clothes. The townhouse was furnished. This was during the summer of 1982. The school year hadn't started yet, so my sister and I were on summer vacation. We were all very excited to be living in Hawaii for the next three years. My dad, being a big football fan, had cable tv hooked up the first thing.
A few days went by without incident. Then, one Saturday morning, my sister and I got up early to go downstairs and watch cartoons. We discovered that the cable had been cut clean through, from inside the house. We had nothing to do this with, there was not even scissors or silverware. Plus, why would any of us do this? This was cable for cryin' out loud!
Then one night, I woke up and was staring at a small fan that was on a chair next to my bed. I realized I was about to stick my finger in the blades and was powerless to stop. I remember thinking this is going to hurt. It did, it almost cut off my pinky.
The people who owned this townhouse were living in Australia. They had a daughter who attempted suicide and was in a mental hospital somewhere. My sister had her old room. My mom and sister found a diary in my sister's closet. Being nosey, they decided to read it. It contained just normal teenage girl stuff, but the last page was written backwards and it looked like someone else wrote it. We, I mean they, had to hold it up to the mirror to read it. It contained very disturbing thoughts, her ideas on how to end her life. My dad took it to the dumpster which was for the entire complex. The next morning it was on our doorstep. I know this sounds crazy, but I swear it is true.
We were constantly mad at each other in that townhouse and we played really cruel, practical jokes on each other. Crossing the line of just having fun. There were other things too: lights turning on and off by themselves, doors slamming in the night, all the furniture was upside down one morning, all the cupboards were open one morning.
There was a huge cemetery down the street called Valley of the Temples. The local elders would tell us stories about the brutality of King Kamehameha. The Valley of the Temples was, according to Hawaiians, the resting place of the king's wives, children and servants. The locals would also tell us that where the townhouses were full of "kapu'akua," which means forbidden gods, or what Christians would call demons. We finally moved to our house on base and the strange things stopped and our normal personalities returned.
Now here I am in Georgia and things are starting again, 26 years later. I moved into a house that was built in the 90's. This neighborhood is the only development ever on this land, at least that's what Cherokee County claims, but we know for a fact that civil war battles were fought in this area.
My sister and her young daughter lived with me here when I first moved in. Her daughter's name is Lexi, and at that time she was about seven years old with long blonde hair. One morning, I was shaving and in the mirror I could've swore that I saw Lexi go running down the hall. I knew my sister was already at work, so I wondered what Lexi was doing home. I went to find her and ask why her mom didn't take her to school. I was the only one in the house. I called my sister and asked her if Lexi was at school, and she was. My dog was staring at the stairs one night and wouldn't look away. I thought, okay, he's just being a dog, who knows? A while later, I got up to get a soda and glanced at the stairs. For a split second, I saw what I thought was Lexi sitting on the stairs, then she was gone.
Frequently my dog looks like he is watching something move across the room, sometimes whimpering and/or growling. I woke up one night and thought I saw Lexi sitting at the foot of my bed with her back to me. Also, my dog was staring at me. I turned on the light and no one was there.
Other weird things are happening: the air conditioning vent in the floor is found out of its hole and upside down, my laptop plug literally flew out of the wall one night right before my eyes, clothing and small knick-knacks are missing.
There is a small storage room in the garage that my dog refuses to go into. I opened a pack of lunch meat (his favorite treat) and put the whole thing in the room once. He didn't want anything to do with that room. When I go in there, he totally freaks out, barking, growling, drooling, crying, jumping and pacing around. He is a yellow lab and usually very calm and easy going.
Sometimes, I get the same creepy feeling that I had in Temple Valley. It's a feeling that something is very wrong in the house. I've tried to research this area to see what was here during the civil war, but I come to a dead end every time.
Let me know what you guys think of this. Believe me I know this sounds weird but I swear its all true.