Unlike my other stories, this isn't about one particular event; it's more of a compilation of weird experiences that have happened at my house. In order to justify submitting this, I've just combined a bunch of little things that have occurred while I've been living at my house.
As many of you know, I live in the same house I had grown up in as a child. I've lived here my whole life, I am now 29 years old, and live here with my mother and my husband. This house belonged to my grandmother, who passed away when I was 11 years old. Other than the very weird incident of seeing my mother's doppelganger in the bathroom mirror, I've only had a few minor incidences here while my grandmother was still alive.
When I was little, I used to sleep with my Nana in the master bedroom. Once I remember feeling someone rub my back as I lay in bed on my stomach, but my Nana (who used to rub my back sometimes) was not in the room at the time. I know that when it happened I had been upset about something (can't remember what it was now, maybe some drama at school), and the rubbing my back made me feel better. I remember that it actually FELT like my Nana's hand, the strength and touch on my back felt the same as her hand. I remember when I told her about it, she said something to the effect of, "It was an angel sent by God to comfort you." That was actually a very nice experience.
Another thing is that at night, when we would be in bed, I would see a white light, about the size of a baseball, spin really fast, behind my eyelids. This happened every night before I fell asleep, in my Nana's room, for months. I was a pretty smart, rational kid, and just chalked it up to some eye problem. Until the night I decided to open my eyes. When I opened my eyes I saw the light spinning around and around the room, so fast I could barely follow it with my eyes. The next day I asked my Nana if she had ever seen it. She said that she had, but she would just ignore it, keep her eyes shut, and told me I should do the same.
My family is Catholic, and while they believe in paranormal things, they prefer not to acknowledge it. This spinning white ball of light actually gave off its own light, slightly illuminating the normally pitch black room. I would see it every night for about 8 months, until I was about 8 or 9 years old, not long after my Nana told me to ignore it. One night it just disappeared and never came back.
Nothing strange occurred in my home again until I was in my early 20s. I wasn't married yet, so it was just my mom and me in this house. Since we are both night owls, the 2 of us would hang out in the living room and watch TV together every night until all hours of the morning, sometimes as late as 4 or 5am. Then one of us would tell the other we were going to bed, and the other would soon follow suit. Well, on occasion my mom couldn't get to sleep, so she would get back up and watch more TV in the living room. If this happened, I would hear the TV go back on, and also return to the living room. On many occasions, too many to count, I would hear either the TV, or low, mumbling voices coming from the living room. Thinking my mom had gotten back up; I would get out of bed and go to the living room, only to find the house completely dark and quiet, and my mom sound asleep in her room. Let me tell you that was freaky!
One time, I distinctly remember hearing voices, a man and a woman, talking in low, mumbled voices. I could never hear what they were saying, but I took note that they sounded calm, not like they were fighting or anything. In fact, I heard the woman's voice go up an octave, as though she was asking the man a question. Sometimes I would hear the man and woman, sometimes just the man, and a few times I heard an audience laughing, as though someone was watching a comedy on TV. Although I could never hear the words, sometimes the man would have a loud booming voice; it reminded me of a TV show announcer. I would strain my ears to try and hear what was being said, but this was the most I could ever make out. I know that from reading the stories on this site that it was probably a residual energy, but I don't know if it was residual sounds from the TV, or residual energy of my grandparents, but I'm kind of doubtful about it being the latter. When I had asked my Mom if she ever heard "the mumbling," she just smiled wryly at me and said, "Why do you think I keep the fan on in my room all the time?" That was enough for me. If I was crazy, at least we were both crazy together.
One thing I've noticed is that the mumbling sounds coming from the living room have decreased greatly since my husband moved in, and they disappeared completely after we got married a year later. I never quite figured out why, maybe because there's now a man in the house...?
The last weird thing to happen was just over a year ago. It was actually the incident that prompted me to search online and find this great website.
My husband and I had had an argument, and he went to bed angry. My mom was already in her room, and I stayed up, reading online in the living room, not about anything even remotely paranormal. We have a large black security door leading to the front porch, and beyond that is the regular wooden door that leads to the entrance of the house. As it was summer, we kept the wooden door open, to keep the house cool at night. While online, I heard the black security door SLAM, so loud that I screamed "Someone's in the house!" I thought that a burglar broke in. My mom came running from her room, hearing the slam, along with our dog Fibi, who had started barking. I was frozen in the living room in fear, standing up, with my laptop in my hands, ready to hurl it at the burglar. I couldn't leave the living room, as I would have had to pass the front door to do so, and I wasn't going to do that while someone was breaking in. We stood there a couple of seconds in fear, with Fibi still barking and my mom went to look on the porch for someone. My brave Mom. Anyway, when she checked, the security door was locked, nothing out of place. She deduced it was probably a neighborhood cat that bumped or ran into the door. I know that slam was way too loud to have been an animal, it was an actual SLAM. I'm the only one who slams that door, and even I couldn't have slammed it that loud, even while angry. I even went to check on my husband, hoping he somehow pulled a prank, but he was sound asleep the entire time. I've read enough on this site to know that family arguments can kick up activity, and this has never happened before or since.
I live in an average sized, 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom home in sunny southern California, about 10 miles away from Los Angeles. My grandparents were the first owners of this house, purchased brand new in 1960. All I know about the history before that is that this whole area used to be a turkey farm. I'm not really scared of living here; after all, the only people who died in this house were all family members. The only thing that makes me nervous is out 1st bathroom, if you read my previous story you'll know why.
Thanks for reading. Sorry it's so long.