My mom told me this story about my older sister and what used to happen to her as a baby. Here's the setup to the story and the house. My family had just moved into a two-story house in Fresno, California. Our family included my two older brothers, my older sister, and my parents. I wasn't born yet. What my parents didn't know was that this new house would soon become more than they bargained for.
My parents moved into this new house because they needed more room for the new addition to the family, my sister. Soon after they moved in and started settling into the house, strange things started happening to my sister. Late at night, my parents would wake up to find her coughing and gasping. My mom said it was as if someone was choking her and then letting go at the last moment. This happened on numerous occasions and my parents would rush her to the emergency room each time. But as soon as she got there, the doctors always said there was nothing wrong with her. This would happen many times throughout the next couple of years.
Around the time my sister turned three, my parents became Christians. This would later help my mom understand that there was something seriously wrong with the house. My sister started pointing at things only visible to her and getting scared for no apparent reason. My parents brushed it off until one night it became clear that something was wrong.
My parents had just dozed off with my sister sleeping between them, when my mom woke up to my sister crying and clutching to her like her life depended on it. After being asked what was wrong, my sister pointed to the foot of the bed and said, "Bad guys." My mom said that back then my sister referred to guys in biker gangs as "bad guys." She tried to reassure my sister that no one was there but that didn't work. So my mom put a Bible on each side of the bed. She said after a while, my sister finally calmed down and stopped crying. My mom believed something was wrong, but was waiting on something more credible.
She didn't have to wait long. If you're wondering why I haven't mentioned my dad much, he's a wuss.
One night my sister had another one of her choking incidents, so my parents rushed her to the hospital. They asked one of our close neighbors if she could watch my two brothers while they were gone. Our neighbor came and watched them while they slept in my parents' bedroom. She later told my parents what she experienced while she lay on my parents bed that night.
As soon as she laid down on their bed, she said the hallway light started to black out, and she heard loud footsteps thud up the stairway. She thought it was my dad coming back for something, but the footsteps were too heavy and loud to be his. Then she said she suddenly couldn't move for about five minutes. When my parents came back, she left without telling them what happened. She ended up telling my mom about a month later.
As soon as my mom heard about this, she said the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Since she was a devoted Christian, she gathered my family that night. She prayed for the spirits or entities to go away and to leave them alone. After that night, she said that the house felt more secure and that whatever was in the house never bothered them again.