Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Footsteps, Breathing , Repeated Visits
While I want to keep this blog as personal as I can , it's impossible to relate to a reader how active this house was without at least mentioning others experiences in that house. There were two particular things that happened frequently . Footsteps were heard by everyone that lived in that house. They would start in my parents bedroom, wind through the living room, through an archway into the kitchen, then to the basement steps where they would always stop. Often when that happened , but not always, lights would flicker after. My mother experienced it many many times while in the basement doing laundry or other chores. It was as loud as any normal set of footsteps. She would literally call out , who's home?! When there was no answer the feeling was the same everytime. You knew something/someone was there. I personally heard the footsteps at least 4 or 5 times. I'd like to think it was more than that even but I wouldn't swear to more. The second thing that some of us experienced in the house was far more chilling. As far as I know, all three of us girls and one brother at different times, laying in bed, heard and felt the breath of someone right beside us. Yet no one was there. Scarey? so scarey! It's funny to note that at about 6 or 7 years old , I started sleeping on the living room floor and that never changed as long as I lived with my parents. I know some people don't like to believe that visitors are sometimes evil or bad, but, I never got a friendly feeling from any of the happenings at that house. It was scarey. Something wasn't right. At about age 11 or 12 all the activity stopped. No one ever heard the footsteps or breathing again. After much talk about this, most of my family agrees that it was probably something my parents had brought into the house. We tend to lean towards it being in the doll collection. We were all glad when it stopped.
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