I moved into the house that I live in 3 years ago. When we started doing some renovating, we started noticing strange things going on that really could not be explained. A juice jug flew off of the counter about 3 feet but did not break open. When we filled in the hole to the old cellar entrance that was dilapidated, some other things started to happen.
At night, when all was settled and calm, there would be a sound like someone was walking down the hallway towards the bedrooms where our children slept. I got up to look but nothing would be there.
One night when I was getting ready for bed, I felt a presence that I could not shake off as just being tired. At one point I felt what I can only describe as a breeze of minor proportions and it sent a little chill on my skin. I thought this was a little weird since I don't have any air conditioning in my room. As I lay down to go to sleep, things were calm. A little time later I was awakened by a hard hit to my chest. I opened my eyes and there was a little boy with an evil look on his face. He had hit me with a thick broom handle and started laughing. When I attempted to get up and give chase, he was gone.
The next night, I did the same thing. Got ready for bed and went to sleep. Shortly after, I felt my sheet get tight and this same little boy was straddling me and felt a sensation like I was being suffocated. He had a look in his eyes that made me a little uneasy since I had seen him the previous night and he was laughing at me with a sort of assuring smile that he was going to do me in.
I was finally able to break free and as I swung to hit him, little kid or not, my hands were hitting nothing. He is about 10 or 12 years old and is dressed in what looks like clothes from the late 50's or early 60's.
I have just grown to accept him but I need to know if I'm going crazy or not. Who knows?
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