As I mentioned at the conclusion of my first story, Chuckie and I had decided to keep our encounter to ourselves and not bother our Mother. We didn't think she would believe us, and also she had a lot on her mind with the divorce, two jobs, bills, etc. Also, we thought that maybe it would only happen once. That maybe somehow we wouldn't ever have to deal with that sort of thing again. As I also mentioned we were very wrong.
The second time something happened to me in our small farmhouse was yet another night that my Mother was working. It wasn't late at night like the first time, in fact I was still up watching television, the sun had just gone down and I was thinking about making something to eat and possibly doing homework. However I continued to watch TV, then I heard something coming from the kitchen area. To be honest the paranormal activities hadn't crossed my mind, and I was just assuming it was my brother. That's when everything that was on our kitchen counter flew off on to the floor. My brother came running of course, and I was standing in the doorway of the kitchen looking quite shocked. The amazing part about it was that none of the glasses, plates, or bowls that were thrown on the floor were broken even though I had heard shattering noises.
"You didn't do that?" Chuckie asked, but it came out sounding like a statement more than a question. He knew that I hadn't done anything, just as I knew he hadn't either. We both picked up the dishes that were sitting in the floor now, and in doing so we also noticed that not only were the dishes unbroken but they were set in a perfect straight line across our kitchen floor.
"This is wrong. We have to tell Mom about this stuff," I said. Chuckie just shook his head in disagreement.
"No, but I think we should ask her about who lived here before us. C'mon Liz we can handle this ourselves, we aren't babies, grow up," he concluded then went back to his bedroom. I put the rest of the dishes in the sink, and then went back to the living room. I had turned the TV off before, and when I sat down on the couch and looked at the blank screen I saw the reflection of someone behind the couch I was sitting on. I whipped my head around as fast as I could, but no one was there. It got extremely cold where I was sitting, so cold that I had to move.
"What do you want?" I asked the entity. To be honest I had no idea what I was doing. I had always been interested in ghosts, spirits and other paranormal phenomena but when it's in your house things change. Nothing answered me, and I sat down on the couch again, it had been so cold just moments before and now the temperature was normal.
"I want you out of our house," I demanded. I said it as mean, and as stern as I could. It didn't like that at all. My brother's bedroom door slammed shut, and I could hear him yelling. I ran through the house and held open the door so he could at least attempt to get out. The doorknob shocked the hell out of my hand, we've all been shocked before but this was more than just your average static electricity.
Chuckie's door slammed one more time in our face, and then everything was quiet and peaceful. There was this sense of peace and tranquility that came from no where. We both felt it because we were both looking at each other completely confused. It was over, for now.
It was hard to go to bed that night, thinking of what had happened and what I had seen in the TV's reflection, but that calming sensation followed me through the rest of the night.
The very next morning I got up, and Chuckie was already awake and ready for school. If you've ever had a 16 year old brother, you know this is a rare moment.
"Are you sick or something?" I asked half joking, half serious.
"It's Uncle Mike," he said. I turned around to face him in our kitchen. Our Uncle Mike had died in the Vietnam War, neither one of us ever got to meet him but we feel like he is still part of our lives because our family talks about him so much, he is remembered at every family gathering, and our Grandma always has countless stories of his childhood to tell us.
"What are you talking about?" I asked. I knew that he was referring to the entity but what I had felt last night was mean, it couldn't be him.
"Why do you think all the crazy stuff happens so far apart? Plus, after every experience, or whatever you want to call it, we somehow always feel safe. I think Uncle Mike comes here to like fight it off from us or something," he said.
"What on Earth makes you think that?" I asked, still not convinced. A spirit we actually know? Too far fetched.
"Last night I had a dream about Uncle Mike. Liz, I haven't even thought about him in months! Don't you think it's weird that I had a dream about him right after all that stuff happened?" he explained. It was weird, but I didn't say anything. I just shrugged it off.
It would be about 7 months before anything else happened again though.