This is a continuation of my first story; "My House on South Franklin Street" Please read it first if you haven't already so you can get the whole picture of the story.
In the first part, I left out an important part by mistake. Remember, I said there were 4 metal chairs, 3 tan and 1 spray painted red. The part I forgot to mention was that when I slid open the bedroom door and all of the lights were on, The red chair was unfolded and sitting with it's back against the door!
It had been on the other side of the living room by the window when I went to bed. Why someone or something chose to move the red chair still gives me goose bumps. And, was it guarding me in the room, or was it trapping me? Creepy.
Okay, Now for the second part. The situation was pretty much the same as usual. It happened when I came home and went to bed. This time I heard loud footsteps on the bare wood floor in the living room. I'm in bed with the bedroom door closed. I yelled "Who's out there?!" and the footsteps paused for about 10 seconds, then I could hear them again for a few more seconds 'til they stopped. I was SO scared!
Next, the big heavy door slid open about 3 inches. Then it felt like somebody walked (bumped) into the side of my bed! I did what any normal 22 year old guy would do, I put the covers over my head so I would be safe ha, ha. I laid there in the dark petrified until I eventually fell asleep. Nothing else happened that night. I can picture a spirit standing there laughing at me because I was so scared and covered my head.
When I woke up in the morning, there was a hard lump under my pillow. The little pistol that had been in my nightstand drawer was under my pillow. This was not my doing. How it got there, I don't know. I am pretty sure in this situation; a gun wouldn't do a lot of good.
When I got out of bed, I noticed that the round plastic feet of my bed frame were moved about 2 and 3 inches out of their indentations in the carpet. I slid the bed back into place and laid back down on the bed and grabbed both sides of the full-sized mattress and rocked as hard as I could back and forth and I could not get the box spring and frame to move. Only the mattress would slide. So I'm sure it wasn't me that moved the bed while I was on it. Then I checked the whole house again and found nothing. The front and back doors were still locked.
Later that day, I took the pistol to my parents and left it there.
It wasn't much later that I lost my job and ended up having to let the house go back to the land contract holder. The 4 main floor rooms were still gutted out.
This is the third part. About a year later, my brother and I were driving past the house and noticed that the realtor who had purchased it and remodeled it was having an open house. Of course, we had to stop and see how it had turned out.
We went all through the house and it was pretty decent. Kind of generic, but nice. I asked the realtor if he had had anything strange happen to him while he was there. He shushed me and led me to the kitchen. He told me not to let his wife hear anything like that. I started telling him about my first encounter when all of a sudden; the garbage disposal on the other side of the kitchen came on by itself! It stayed on for about 5 seconds then shut back off. The switch on the wall had not moved. We all agreed that was enough talk and my brother and I left.
Even with the strange things that happened there, and as scared as I was, I never really felt threatened. I was not afraid to go back into the house. I still go past the house occasionally and can't help but wonder if the people living there have experienced anything unusual.