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I grew up in a military family and we moved a lot. We've lived in many different states and all kinds of different homes. The first one I distinctively remember was when I was 10 years old in Niceville, Florida. It was a cute red brick house on a cul-de-sac but inside was a different eerie feeling. I recall a few nights watching TV with my baby sister playing with her toys and mom dozing off to sleep on the couch when I would always pick up a 'heavy feeling'. It happened a lot in that house as if someone was angry we were there. I don't consider myself psychic but I could definitely pick up on feelings right away and I love all things paranormal.
There was another occasion before bedtime on a school night where I had to take my daily bath. I remember washing my hair all alone in the tub and was too scared to close my eyes. I was so afraid to get soap/ bubbles in my eyes since I had to keep watch. That constant feeling of being watched made me a paranoid little girl so I would hurry in the bathroom. There were some days after school where I would just lay on my bed relaxing and would hear a weird sound? The best way to describe it was as if you had your thumb nail and flicked under your middle finger nail together? That constant sound was irritating. I remember saying out loud "Who is doing that?" then it would stop, and start again.
I used to play with a little boy across the street, Nicholas. He would come over and we'd run around my yard and play tag and just horseplay like kids do. One day as he ran around the corner of our brick house he slipped and hit his head right on the corner. I was so scared I just stood there in disbelief. He had such blonde hair I could see a little red, knowing it was blood, I panicked. He stood up and ran home crying. I don't know if the house had something to do with it but it was completely unusual! The next day I went to see how he was doing, his mother and sister just glared at me angry telling me he had to have stitches. I felt so bad and never played with him again.
The scariest thing was one late night my little sister, probably 4 years old, woke up and was crying. She wandered to my parent's room in the dark asking for water. I remember thinking how dark the house always was? So very dark all the time? My sister and I shared a bed and as I lay there listening to my mother comfort her I tried to fall back asleep. I felt a tugging on my blanket from under the bed. I just thought maybe something heavy fell onto my blanket and I tried to ignore it. 5 minutes later something started pulling on it again. I got scared and just lay there wondering "what the heck?!" I started feeling anxiety and depression and dwelled on the thought that people get old and I never wanted to grow old and how someday my parents will be old too and die and I'll be all alone. I was thinking how I never wanted to grow up and stay a kid forever and started crying. I have no idea why I thought that but I was so sad. I couldn't stand the blanket being pulled anymore so I sat up in the dark and said aloud "Who is doing that? I want you to stop! Just stop it!" Then it stopped.
I think about that house all the time and wish I knew who died in that house. I feel that it was a woman and she was angry we were in her space. We eventually moved out to a bigger home.
I was so glad.