As you may have read in my previous stories, there were some strange happenings in our old house. Apart from that, Mom and I had very weird dreams when her bed was standing on a certain spot in the room (I slept in her room when I didn't have friends over, I was too scared to sleep in my room alone!)
I'm not sure if it's related to the house, but my mom had this recurring dream about a little boy with fine blonde hair and blue eyes on a little black bike, but he didn't ride the bike on the floor, it was as if he rode it on an invisible rollercoaster in her room, and then disappeared through the ceiling. A few years later, when my son was about 2 years old, I thought about that boy she dreamt of, and I realized that the boy she described looked exactly like my son! (I was 14 when my mom dreamt about that boy, my son wasn't even a twinkle in my eye then!)
Here is a description of the house, before I get to my story. We had two front doors, one leading straight to the living room, and the other one (which we used the most) opened right into the long hallway. Then, there were 3 hallways, the long one started at the front door, then you passed two bedrooms on either side of you (blue room on the left, Mom's room on the right), then there was my bedroom on the left and one arch going to the living room on the right. If you walked two steps further, the long hallway had a "dead end" and you had to turn to your right, where you then passed the kitchen on your left and another arch into the living room on your right hand side. (The piano the previous owners/renters left there stood against the wall on the left, right next to the kitchen entrance and across the arch) At the end of hallway 2, you had to turn left to go down hallway 3, where the bathrooms were on your right if you walked down there. The back door was on the far end of the kitchen.
I got home from school one Wednesday afternoon, about 2pm. When I opened the front door leading into hallway 1, I walked straight to my room, left my suitcase there, went back out the front door, LOCKED the door (we were obsessed with locking the doors and making sure the windows were shut, we had a break in once- in another house), then I went to my mom's work, which was a block away. We got home at 6pm, but as my mom opened the front door (the one I gone through 4 hours earlier), she started yelling at me about not being funny. Confused, I asked her what she was talking about, and she just pointed down the hallway.
When I looked at what she was pointing at, I stood frozen I was as cold as ice. There were bloody handprints all over the wall on the right hand side. As if someone's hands were full of blood and he pressed against the wall for support as he walked down the hall. It started right past Mom's bedroom door, down the hall and into the first arch in the left side of the arch there were long finger marks, as if the person tried to hold on to the wall, but someone else pulled him away. It ended on the same spot where my mom heard the bang (My first story refers).
As I walked closer to the wall, I could smell the iron in the blood, and when I rubbed some of the blood off the wall, it came off easily. My mom refused to go into the house she stayed outside on the porch! But the thing that bothers me is those handprints were the size of a 2 or 3 year old kid. We even called my friend Lizmi over to match her hands against the marks on the wall she was the person with the smallest hands, but even her hands were much bigger. And the handprints were just a little above knee-height.
We called a few people over to help us figure out what the hell it was because no-one could get in the house when we weren't there; everything was still locked when I checked. Everyone suggested that we left the house for the night, just in case something worse would happen.
Some people said that maybe the cat dragged a bird or something in, but:-
1) Those were definite handprints, not just marks
2) The cat couldn't get in, all the windows were closed.