The date was January 1st, 2008. I had recently been babysitting my neighbor's children while they were out celebrating with friends. My older sister was also babysitting at the time, for a different family further down the road. At the time I was in the car with my mother, she hadn't even pulled out of the neighbor's driveway when she asked me if I would mind staying with my older sister while she babysat. I found this odd and asked my mother if she was too tired to babysit since the clock in the car read 1:13. Nervously she chuckled and informed me that my sister had called home multiple times begging for my mother to come up there since there was 'something in the house'.
Already my mom had been up to the house twice, and was not going up there a third time. To her there were no such things as ghosts and she trusted someone as brave as me to go. Truthfully she never told me any of the things my sister had experienced at the house that night but that she was 'hearing things'. My sister greeted me at the door with a lovely, "Thank goodness you came, this house is scaring the hell out of me!" I turned around to see if maybe I could turn back now and watched my mother drive away. I shut the door behind me and hung my winter coat upon the banister. While doing so my sister took the liberty of telling me everything that had happened.
The night had started off great, she had played with the two kids, one I believe 5-years-old and the other 3-years-old, and then put them to bed. The younger daughter had then gone to sleep right away, and later the son had gone to bed. After that my sister assumed it was just her job to watch TV and wait until the owners of the house got home. Never did she think that she might hear footsteps running around upstairs which is exactly what she heard. She told me that they were like the little kids running around upstairs and sometimes making their way down the steps. As soon as the footsteps hit the bottom step they would sprint back up to the second level of the house. My sister of course would go to tell the kids to go back to bed, but they would both be sound asleep.
Her second encounter was when she had stopped hearing the footsteps only to hear a shrill beeping break the silence. The fire alarms had somehow gone off and, thinking there was a fire, my sister got the kids out of bed and sniffed for smoke. She didn't smell anything and the fire alarms suddenly went off as if they were never beeping in the first place. I'm sure we're all aware that to shut off a fire alarm (or at least the ones in this house) you had to manually press a button on the fire alarm usually only accessible by a ladder since they were just out of one's reach. So how did they manage to start beeping and then stop without anyone touching them?
For the second time she had to tuck the kids into bed, both bedrooms upstairs. Then she went downstairs, curled up in a blanket and stared directly at the TV. Movement out of the corner of her eye distracted her moments later. She turned her head to the left to look out the window and saw a man's face staring blankly back at her. She covered her head with the blanket and checked again a few seconds later for the face and saw that it was gone. I came shortly after she saw that man's face in the window.
After hearing these stories I had wished that I had gone directly home after babysitting and not come to stay with my sister for the night. I took a seat on another couch and watched the TV with my sister. After a couple minutes the room began to get cold. Annoyed, I stormed over to retrieve my winter jacket and shot a nasty glare up the stairs at what I felt was a spirit. I put my jacket on, zipped it up, snuggled under a blanket, and put the hood over my head. Now all I could see was the television and no spirit was going to bother me for the rest of the night.
Just because I wouldn't let them bother me didn't mean that they wouldn't try though. Around 1:45 I saw colorful lights to the right of the TV. I turned to get a better look a realized that all of the 3-year-old's toys had gone off. All the sounds they made were playing and lights were flashing as well. A toy stuck out to me most was one of a little girl's voice singing some cheerful song. They abruptly stopped at once and my sister said nothing, obviously trying to do what I was doing and tune the activity out.
It was about the time the parents had told us they'd be home when my sister whipped her head in the direction of the stairs where I faintly heard 'boom, boom, boom'. Light footsteps were making their way down the stairs and my sister wasn't going to ignore them. She sprinted into the nearest bathroom and locked the door behind her. She only came out ten minutes later when the parents came home. I saw the funny look they gave me when they opened the door to be greeted by not one but two babysitters and then the look they gave me when they realized why. For the rest of the night nothing was said and that's how it remained. We didn't talk about it and we didn't want to.
A year later I went back to the same house to babysit by myself this time. I could still feel something, but was able to push it aside and ignore whatever it was. That night I was watching their television when I heard voices upstairs. The daughter still had one of those child monitors and I turned it on to hear her talking to someone. I could faintly hear the little girl's voice talking to nothing. When I went upstairs to ask her if she needed something, she was standing up in bed staring toward her bookshelf. That was all I experienced that night, nothing else really happened, though I could still feel a presence there.
Now I'll leave you with a question; is there such a way you can 'repel' spirits? Even though I could feel the presence of a being in that house a year after I noticed that it didn't bother me once while I was there. A year before it was a completely different story, it was like the spirit was trying to freak out me and my sister and get our attention. So what do you think? Did the spirit recognize me and realize that I would not be so easily scared or distracted by its attempts? You decide.
Thanks for reading,