When I was about 12 my mom bought this FABULOUS house in Ballwin. It was everything we wanted and had plenty of room for our growing family. Except for the occasional freaky moments my family was fine.
I had some bizarre experiences in the house but I just kept chalking it up to new surroundings. After a few years, stuff started to fall apart and my stepfather decided to remodel the bathroom next to my room. He started one day when me and my siblings were in school and stopped when we came home. Everyone went off to do their after school stuff and my stepdad left to go to the hardware store leaving me completely alone.
I was taking a nap when I heard banging noises from the bathroom. I figured it was my step dad and went out to go see if my mom was home yet but there was no one there. So I thought I had been hearing things. I went back to my room and laid back down when I heard what sounded like heavy boots clomping around in there. I looked out the window to see who it could have been but everyone's cars were gone and there was no one home because I checked. I know I did.
I don't live at that house anymore and neither do my older siblings but occasionally my youngest sibling will call and he'll cry about seeing things in his room. He called me a few weeks about the thing in the piano room but I'll start off with my experiences there in my next post.