This story takes place back in January 2006. Just to catch you all up with some back ground. This was the month my husband and I first met and had our first date. We married 3 months later.
Sadly my brother killed himself back in 2005 at my house while I was at work. I still lived home with our mom and our mom seen the whole thing. I get a phone call at work from my Aunt telling me I needed to come home and told me why and all I could hear was my mom screaming. I raced home to what seemed like a horror flick. My other brother was there with my sister, Aunt, Uncle and well seemed like the whole police department and of course the corner. I watched them pick up my brother and drive away.
I am the youngest out of my brothers and sisters. My mom was 40 years old when she had me. My brother was 42 when he passed away. Months passed, life went on and soon it was January. I met my husband while I was at work. Our first date was like nothing I have ever felt before. I knew I loved him from the start. (If you read my first story you would see I have a daughter... She was two when I first met my husband but she loves him as her own dad) just so you understand that part. Well 2 weeks from our first date he popped the question and moved in with me. That's when weird stuff started. My brother was very protective over his little sister "me"!
I came home from work one day and my to be husband was a little freaked out. I asked what was wrong and he tells me that stuff in the house has been moving. I thought to myself, "ok...whatever"! That night I wake up and could hear what seemed like a party going on in the living room. My mom was out of town working, nobody else was there with us not even my daughter. (She stayed the night with her father) I couldn't understand what was being said and I for the first time was too scared to move. I eventually went back to sleep once the noise died down.
The next morning I got up and went to work like I always did and I remember thinking about what happened and tried to figure out if it was all a dream or what. Well like always when I got off I picked my daughter up from daycare and went home. I cooked, we all ate, got our baths and before I knew it was time for bed. I remember laying their wanting to tell my to be husband but he was already freaked out from what he seen, well we go to sleep and this time I get woke up by my (let's just call him my Hubby). He seemed like he was trying to scream and was moving like he was wrestling something. I didn't know if he was dreaming or what was going on. It was dark and I couldn't really see too good. He finally starts screaming my name and tells me he's been trying to wake me up and has been screaming my name. I didn't know what to think because I was awake or I thought I was. Well my Hubby jumps out of bed and turns the light on in our room and starts telling me that something was trying to pull him threw the bed! This time I believed him and wanted to get out of my house as fast as I could. I went and got my daughter out of bed and we grabbed some clothes and left that night.
We went and stayed the night at my Hubby's parent's house. I remember the next day at work I was so tired from the night before and once again I couldn't get my mind off what was happening. I did what any girl would do by now, I called my mom. She was still out of town but I start crying and telling her everything that's been happening. My mom ends up coming home because she could tell I was freaked out! So then my mom's home and a few nights go by and nothing happens. I remember being too scared to take a shower or to even be in a room by myself. Anyhow things got quiet for a few weeks and I remember waking up one night and something just tells me to check on my mom so I go and peep into her room and I see she has her night light on and she was sitting on the side of the bed, with her back to me and I see she has something in her hands so I go ahead in and I asked her what was she doing? I looked down in her hands and see she's holding a picture of my dead brother. She starts to cry and I just sat down beside her and just held her.
The next day was the weekend so I was off of work. My mom and I did some yard work together that day and didn't really say much to each other. I don't know why but neither of us had much to say, well later on into the night my mom comes into my room where I was just laying in bed and watching some TV. My mom sits by me and starts telling me she was laying in bed (couldn't sleep) last night and she heard my brother say "Mom" she said she turns and sees him in the bathroom doorway, she said she turned her night light on and then he was gone. My mom tells me she thinks it's my brother just protecting me. He really hated me dating because they'd break my heart. I guess you would understand if you have a big brother or sister that protects you or you could be the big brother or sister. Well after she said that it seemed like everything made more sense. I remember talking to him and telling him that if it is him then to stop because what he's doing is scaring me. I guess that's all it took because it stopped.
I dream of my brother sometimes and if you read my first story you would see we (my husband, my daughter and I) moved to G.A and after we had our son stuff starts here. I hope you all enjoyed. Sorry it's so long but I tried to keep it short and not leave anything out. Feel free to ask me any questions.
Thanks for reading my story.