For the first 10 years of my life, my family and I lived in a huge old house where many weird and unexplainable events took place. I can't fit them all into one story so I will be posting this in several parts so please bear with me!
First I'll describe the house. It was in Illinois where I grew up. Very old house and was once used as an apartment building. The outside staircase that led up to the top floor was still attached to the house when we lived there. We lived in the whole house and it was HUGE! Nothing scary ever happened downstairs, only on the second floor where the bedrooms and attic were. Very strange!
I'd like to tell you about an incident that happened to me in that house. Many of you skeptics may not believe me or may try to pass it off as being childhood imagination but I know better!
I was about 4 or 5 at the time and had my own room because my brothers who were much older than me had gone into the Marines so this left extra room in our house. This was early Christmas morning, not sure what time because I was too little to tell time yet. I'm guessing it was around 4 or 5 am, though. I was lying on my side facing the wall, sleeping when was woken up by voices whispering near my bed, about 3 to 4 feet away. It sounded like a small group of people having a very quiet, whispered conversation. I couldn't make out what was being said by these voices but I knew everyone was sleeping, so who could that be?
I remember getting scared, and creeped out because the whole situation just didn't seem right. I was afraid to move, afraid to turn over to see who or what it was! I remember to this day how afraid I felt but somehow I found the courage to turn over and look and found nobody was there! The whispering continued and I didn't know what to do but I could not stay in that room any longer. I talked myself into running into my parent's room at the count of 3 but in order to do that, I had to pass right by the area where the voices were coming from, the thought horrified me but I got myself ready to run! I counted to 3 in my head and was off the bed like a shot, running for my parent's room! I jumped onto their bed and started telling them what had happened but they thought I had been dreaming or something. They told me to go back to sleep. I was too afraid to leave their room so they were a little upset with me. My Dad had the nerve to accuse me of making up a story just so I could wake them up early to open my Christmas gifts, which was not true at all!
I was really mad at them for not believing me. I was not imagining things, I was not dreaming. I was wide awake and coherent. I was WOKEN UP by these voices so I know I wasn't dreaming them up! They also continued once I was fully awake so my parents were wrong!
This is just one incident that took place in that house. I never got an answer as to why all of these things happened, never was able to trace the house's history. I've always wanted to know if anyone else ever had things happen to them while living there.
When my Dad sold the house, the guy who bought it turned it back into an apartment house so I wonder what happened after we moved. These are things I'll never know.
Please let me know your thoughts and opinions on my story.
Thank you for taking the time to read it. I greatly appreciate it!
Part 2 will be coming soon!