So continuing the tradition of last year, here’s another story.
Just a little background info for anyone new to the blog. I grew up in a house where odd things happened regularly. The easiest way to describe it was haunted. Whether that be the actual case, I don’t know. What I do know is it was real, it happened to all family members and many visiting people. Mom still lives in this house.
What exactly happened
Very Often: Noises such as doors opening (closing, slamming), furniture moving or footsteps.
Occasionally: stuff being moved
Extremely rarely: touching and seeing objects move or human forms.
Okay so this one ranks just a little higher on the scare-o-meter than last years ghost story. It was pretty much the last time I slept up stairs alone.
It was about 3 weeks before I was leaving for college. It was late at night and I was really just wanting to sleep. So the floor starts creaking like someone is walking walking around in my room. I open my eyes and see nothing. So I roll over.
Then I hear my dressing table chair screech across the linoleum floor. I’m actually a little annoyed at this because I really just want to sleep. So of course I look and the chair hasn’t actually moved at all. I mumbled something to the effect of “Just leave me alone.” I pull my blankets up over my head thus exposing my feet.
I feel our dog (a toy poodle cross) jump up on the bed and rest against my leg and foot. You know all warm and fuzzy like. I’m feeling kinda grateful that she’s there even though I wasn’t “wigging out.” It’s still a comfort to have another warm body in the room.
I’m just about asleep when the warm fuzzy feeling slips under my heel and yanks my foot and leg up into the air. Yes, you guess it, there was no dog in the room.
Well now I was a little freaked because frankly touching is extremely rare. So I gathered up my pillow and blankets and went downstairs to sleep on the dining room floor. And that’s where I slept every night until I went to college.
Now it’s not like stuff doesn’t happen down there. It did. But there’s something about being at least on the same floor as my parents that helped a lot.
By the time I left for college I was pretty freaked out in general as stuff just kept getting more intense (Of which I will not tell you. At least not today. ) and I was literally counting the days until I left. Suffice it to say I still have nightmares about the place when I’m under a lot of stress.
So there you are. Not terribly scary unless it actually happens to you.
I will briefly tell you of when I was quite small I woke to find a man with a beard standing over my bed looking down at me. And then poof he was gone. He left this odd halo of light for a few seconds more around where his form had been. It reminded me at the time of when you watch TV and suddenly shut it off and the outline of the form was still burned into the screen (this is for those of you old enough to remember that TV’s worked that way in the 60 and 70’s) I remember telling my parents in the morning that Jesus has visited me that night.
Happy Halloween everyone!