I heard things as a child at night in that creepy big old house. As a normal child, I told my parents that I kept hearing things at night. I would get the normal responses: It is an old house, it makes noises, and it's your imagination! No one would believe me! It is very disheartening when you are young to not be believed.
I would hear things like my blocks being raked across the register grate, strange noises, banging and bumping. One night I was lying in bed, and got a really creepy feeling like someone was watching me. I dared not open my eyes because I didn't really want to see what was there. In a few breaths something grabbed my foot! The covers went over my head and I huddled in a ball praying it would go away! Finally I just went to sleep.
I would always get strong feelings of being watched. On one occasion, early in the morning, someone started banging on a box I had in my room. It was like when you bang on a drum, one after another. I had a guitar that I got for Christmas on my dresser. I was learning to play it and really enjoyed it. All of a sudden it was strummed several times! I never touched it again other than putting it in the closet. Things like that over and over again were happening. I would tell my parents and always the same response! After awhile I just quit saying anything about what I was hearing. I would talk to my sister and she would see faces above her bed and hear things in her closet. She was in the bedroom beside mine. At least I was not alone in what was going on!
On a lighter note, my sister had a big box of crayons that I was using and left on my floor overnight. I also had a lot of flint rocks that I collected strung around where I would play with them on the floor. One morning as usual my mother wanted me to pick up my mess and give my sister back her crayons. Upon putting the crayons back in the box there SEVERAL missing. My mother went to fussing at me to get the rest back in the box and I told her they were gone. As usual she didn't believe me and I stayed in trouble! The next night I heard a thump, thump, thump going down the big winding staircase, beside my room. Of course it terrified me. Not long after, we found a stash of goodies in the vent at the bottom of the stairs! We had a pack rat that was getting shiny things and stashing them! There were al the crayons that were missing, some tinfoil, other odds and ends and my rocks! Ok that was one time that the ghosts were not to blame, but that left many more unanswered questions! Even to this day, I shudder when I think about things that went on in that old house, and still they don't believe me!
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