In my life I have lived in 3 haunted residences. The story I am about to relate to you happened in one such residence.
The following events began shortly after my mother married my step-father, Robert. Soon after their marriage my parents, my sister Sandra, and I moved into a nice big 3 bedroom house where we planned to begin our lives together as a family.
The house was only about 6 years old when we moved in, and had had only one owner before we moved in. (The previous owner did not die, but to this day is very much alive.)
All of the events that I noticed took place at the end of the hallway where my parents' room, the bathroom, and my bedroom made a little triangle.
The first thing that I noticed was my cat, Savannah, would act very strange in this area. She would sit in the middle of the hallway and just stare at that area, and sometimes I would find her playing with thin air in this area. She would leap into the air like she was trying to catch something and then land on her feet and run from the hallway. She had never behaved like this before we moved in (and she never behaved like this after we moved out.)
The next thing that I started to notice was that I was waking up during the night very frequently. Now at this time I was 14 and still had the childhood habit of sleeping with the bedroom door open so that the light from the bathroom/hallway would shine into the room. When I would wake up during these times, I would turn toward the door to see if someone was there because it was not a sound that woke me but the feeling of being watched from the doorway. I soon bought a night-light and started sleeping with the door closed.
The most memorable event that I had in this house happened one Saturday afternoon. We had spent the morning cleaning out the garage and I had gotten very dirty from move dusty boxes, so I went to take a shower. When I got in the shower I used a little water to plaster the shower curtain to the tile so that there was not one open space between me in the shower and the rest of the bathroom. This was a strange habit I had developed in this house because I always felt that someone was watching me from just inside the bathroom door. On this occasion, I had just turned on the water and began lathering my hair when someone knocked on the bathroom door. I called out to whoever it was but did not receive a reply so I figured whoever it was had walked away and I went back to showering. A minute or so later there was another knock on the door and what sounded like my sister calling my name through the door. I stuck my head out of the shower and asked "What do you want?". I received no answer. This time the knocking did not stop. It continued to get louder and faster and my sister continued to call my name through the door. As she continued to call my name louder and knocked more persistently, I to became louder and more insistent when I would reply, "What do you want?" Finally after a few minutes of me yelling "What do you want?" and receiving no reply other than more knocking and my name being shouted, I rinsed off quickly and shut off the water. As soon as I pulled back the curtain the knocking stopped, but I was quit angry by this time. I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around me, and quickly pulled open the bathroom door. No one was there. No one was anywhere near the hallway. So I went looking for my sister to give her a piece of my mind, but I searched the house and did not find anyone. I then went out into the garage where I found my step-father. I asked him if he had seen my sister. He told me my sister had gone with my mother to the store just after I had gone for a shower.
My sister Sandra was not even home at the time this incident took place. So it leaves me wondering, who was calling me, and what did they want?