We lived in this very nice, middle-aged house in Westminster Colorado. I was 12, and my brother was 10 when we moved in with my dad, and his new family. That included, my stepmother, and my two half sisters. The house was very spacious, but it had this eerie vibe to it. I always had that feeling like someone was constantly in my face, staring at me.
I was young, full of trouble and anger because of my parents divorce. I've moved several times since then, and this wouldn't be the last time I'd move, or the last time I'd seen something. It was the beginning where every thing started.
In that house, I would be the only person to see things, to hear things. Nobody thought anything strange of it. That's why I started to think I was crazy. We'd leave the house with all the lights off, and come home to all the lights on, but my parents never thought anything of it. I remember I came home from school and the radio in the basement where we slept, would be CRANKED UP to the loudest point. I asked my dad, and he said "Don't worry, it was me. I came home for lunch and forgot to turn it off"...and I thought to myself, you couldn't hear that? My gosh.
Well, besides all the weird things that happened, one night, my aunt came over and we had to watch my younger sister, Beth. She was about 4, and loved to play hide and go seek. So we did. I have to say, that night scared me so bad, and gosh I was about to call the police.
So, my aunt and I started counting. There are two rooms and a bathroom downstairs in the basement, one room, (my parents), upstairs including the closets, and the kitchen, the living room...etc.
We counted to 50, and started looking. And I swear to you, we looked everywhere. The garage, the closets, any little space, the living room, the bathroom, inside the laundry dryer... It was endless... It took us a good 30 minutes. And we could not find her. So we headed downstairs and heard her laugh. So I checked two of the rooms downstairs, and I did not see anything. I even checked the suitcases. So this wasn't a game anymore. I started yelling, "ok you can come out now"...over and over again. "BETH come OUT!"...but no reply...
For one hour.
All of the sudden, she runs out of one of the rooms I checked and says "I was right here all this time". Ok, now, I thought that was weird. That room had nothing in it but a bed and a closet, and a suitcase. No weird spots, nobody can find a place there to hide. We checked there at least FIVE times.
Well, after that night, I talked to my grandma about this incident. She looked at me with horror." What do you think you're doing playing games like that at night? Don't you know you'll be playing with others as well? Do you not know that in our culture, the dead can hide the living by just stepping in front of them?"...I have to tell you. I had the biggest chills! So that's why we couldn't find her!