My story begins, one night sometime in the 1980's I wasn't home my uncle was home alone and the phone rang, He heard someone run out of my room and pick up the phone. Moments later I came home to see all the closets, cabinets and doors were all open and my uncle's face covered in fear. He told me what had happened so he opened everything up to see if anyone was in the house but there was no one and the phone still lying on the floor off the hook. I put the phone back on the receiver and the person who called, called back, he said it was very strange someone answered the phone but didn't say anything. As I grew up several small things would happen in that house always in my room. Like scratching sounds from the closet and pounding sounds above my bed from the attic.
Once I got married I moved out of that house but it seems that whatever was in that house followed me. I hear footsteps running down my hallway and make its way to the side of my bed. Twice it has pulled me off my bed as it squeezed my neck as if it was strangling me or preventing me from screaming. One late night I stayed up to watch a movie by myself. As the movie was ending I heard something get up off a leather recliner as if the air was returning to the cushion when weight is coming off of it and heard footsteps go down my hallway towards my room. My husband thinks I may have been dreaming. I am confused because, I know I was awake and not only have I experienced this but my eldest son and his friends have. I didn't tell my children about the things I have experienced because I didn't want to scare them.
My oldest son spends a lot of time at home alone during the day, He is in college student now, he has come to me several times about hearing footsteps running down the hallway during the day and hearing doors slam as it has entered other rooms. This really freaks him out, when he is home alone during the day he will keep his bedroom door closed because of the sound of footsteps and doors opening and closing. It has also opened his door and slammed it shut again while he was in his room. At night he has experienced his loft bed shaking and pictures on his wall swaying. When my son was in Jr. High he had some friends over the house and they were playing video games, they heard things falling in the kitchen and went to see what happened. There were some empty water bottles on the floor and my son told them it was probably just the wind so they went back to his room to continued playing video games minutes later they heard something running in the kitchen and got really scared when they looked around the house and saw that no one was home but them they ended up leaving from fear and my son stayed outside with the dog until I got home.
My dog sometimes when he's in the house at night will look down my long dark hallway that leads to my room and starts barking and growling as he slowly backs up as if he is scared, we look down the hallway as he's doing this but we don't see anything.
The last experience I had was about 3 weeks ago. I was asleep in my bed with my back facing my husband. I was awakened by what I thought was my husband gently hugging me and wrapping his leg around mine, but soon realized it wasn't him when I started to hear a mischievous giggle and it started to tighten its grip around me. I couldn't move much it had me so tight. It looked human like but with a bigger head and really long face and very skinny body. One of my arms was free so I tried to stick my finger in its eye, hoping it would release me but the eye socket was empty and it just started to giggle louder. I couldn't call out to my husband because its grip on me was so tight I couldn't speak. I was terrified. I believed I passed out from lack of oxygen and awoke moments later and it was gone. The rest of that week it was really hard for me to sleep for fear it would return.
This is really hard for me because I don't believe in ghost; and this thing feels evil. I just wish it would stop it is now 2009 and I am now 36 and I am still living with this thing since I was 7 years old.
Why does it mess with my son?
Does this have to do with my broken childhood?
My father abandon me when I was six, when my mother past away. I was sexually molested shortly after. In my teen years I was raped. I was angry with God during my childhood through my early twenties and highly suicidal. In that time is when it all started and still continues to this day.
I am no longer angry with God. I love Him with my whole heart. I feel like this thing is trying to brake me down. Like if it struggling for my soul. As if it wants me to be that weak, sad, angry girl I used to be.