A few days go by and everything seems to be pretty calm. Then, out of nowhere, my son was riding a toy choo-choo, straight down all my stairs to the bottom of my bedroom basement floor, which is concrete all the way. I ran as fast as I could, I just knew my child was hurt horribly, but no, he was in perfect condition. I truly believe that something saved him. There were at least 12 to 15 steps straight down. Most people would agree with me that at least a scratch would have been normal, he had absolutely nothing.
I'm going to try and explain this. I feel there were three ghosts, spirits, something, in this house. First, the old man I told you all about, Elwood Hart.
At this point I would like to introduce the ghost that would talk to me. My daughter got alcohol in her eyes, I have no clue how this happened. I didn't have to get up for work on this particular day, so when I heard a voice say, "Leah, Alex is hurt, come quick," I just thought it was Barb. I was being a little lazy and I knew from experience that Barb knew how to help. I knew if she couldn't help, she'd be yelling at me again, so I waited to see if she could fix whatever was going on. Nothing else was said, and she took the kids to school and let me sleep in. When the kids got back from school, Barb and Alex were talking about what happened. I said, "Is that when you all were yelling at me?" They both looked at each other puzzled and said, "We never yelled at you." At this point, I thought I was going mental.
I'm really not sure how to describe the third spirit. This thing was just evil. It would watch us and scare us, and I believe this thing was what I was most freaked out over. I have a tanning bed in my room, as I described before. I would get in and feel something staring at me. It was a feeling like something wanted to hurt me. Barb would feel the same thing, as well as a few other friends of mine who would come up to lie down. We would sit and talk to each other while the other person was in the bed. I also thought that it might be the kids, so I had a lock put on my bedroom door. Then, the feeling was even stronger, like it had me trapped, or something.
One night, Barb was in the living room and my dinning room table chair pulled out on its own. She said she looked over at the chair, but ignored it, she knew it was the old man. Still, I think I would have been a little more tripped out on that one.
A few weeks later, my mom came to stay with Barb and me. I had to go out of town on a business matter and Mom and Barb decided to go out. Mom said she laid down on my bed, when upstairs yet, again, it sounded like the TV was being thrown to the floor, enough so that my mom said she sat straight up in bed. She looked at Barb, who turned and said, "Yeah, I heard it, too." I asked them what it was, they both told me that they didn't go to check it out. I asked why not, it could have been someone robbing the place. Mom says, "I figured what ever it was, it would get Barb first because she was still awake." We had a laugh, but again, the next morning, when they went upstairs, everything was in its place. Nothing was wrong with the house.
By this time the front door was opening on its own. We would go to put the key in and I guess what ever was in there decided to just open it up for us. Barb and I were so scared that we would not go to the house alone after dark. If one or the other had plans, well, let's just say neither of us stayed there by ourselves.
To all of you that have posted, I'll try and post back. I'm new to this, be patient with the old one. Blessed be!