When I was about 14 years old, My mom, grandpa, and myself moved into a house we referred to as ’The Marie House’. My Uncle had planned on moving in with us as well, but ended up just using the room that was going to be his as storage. My mother had just gotten divorced a few years earlier and we along with my Uncle had lived with one of their High School friends. Well he wanted to get married so we moved out and into the Marie House. This is where my run in with some of the most paranormal stuff I’ve ever been in contact with happened. As a child, I’d always loved being ’scared’. I used to think that living in a ’haunted house’ would be the coolest thing and now and then, I would have ’weird’ encounters. Some of which now I can think back at justify a reasonable answer for, but some of the others the only thing I can think of is some paranormal thing. So when we moved into the Marie house, I of course had my fingers crossed that it just might be haunted. If I had known, however, that I was in fact right, I would have never ever wished it.
The first time I got to see the house for myself was the first night we were going to stay there. It was a two story house and was pretty nice. It was 4 bedroom, 3 bath, and a ’game room’ my mom ended up converting into her room. My room was on the second floor in the very back right next to the bathroom. On the other side was the room my Uncle was going to claim as ’his’ and this was also the room my mom and I were sleeping in until our rooms were arranged and beds were set up. Of course I’ve always been a night owl and since I was way too excited to sleep, I stayed up later in my new room pushing things around where I wanted them. Around 2:00 I went into my Uncle’s room where my mom was asleep on the pallet of blankets we were going to be calling a bed. A while later, it became really hot and it became sort of hard for me to breathe. I could feel the weight of a blanket over me so I went to push it off but found I couldn’t move it away. It felt as if someone was hovering over me, holding the blanket over my face. On either side of my head I could feel the weight of, like hands holding the blanket there. I started to panic of course and must have hit my mom because she woke up and the second she sat up to check on me, the weight was gone and I could pull the covers away. I told her what I thought had happened and my mom just said I have a habit of tossing in my sleep and must have got tangled up.
A few weeks later, we were pretty much settled in and could call this place ’home’. It had my Mom’s western decor up, my room was done, everything was in a place. One day I was walking across the upstairs hall to go into my grandpa’s study to get on the computer when I noticed something on the rail. Now the way this house is set up is one you walk through the front door, you can look straight up and see up onto the second floor. There was a rail for protection and it was connected to the stair’s rail on the right if you were walking in from the front. On this rail running across the top floor, there was the name Allie written in sharpie. That was curious because we didn’t know anybody named Allie who spelled it like that or would have been around. I asked my grandpa if maybe the lady who had lived here before was named Allie and he said no, it wasn’t. She was the only person to have owned this house before we bought it, so it was a mystery in of itself as to where this name came from.
Throughout the time we lived there, the door to my room would open for a short period of time, and then slowly close. The first time this happened I didn’t really notice as I just assumed my cat had walked out and the door had just closed. However when it kept happened every few nights around the same time, this started to concern me. Every night around 3:00 to 3:30 am this would happen. As I mentioned, I’d always had a love for the paranormal as a child. So I remembered hearing that animals had a second sense about things like that. I started keeping my cat in my room, hoping that maybe he would help me pick up on things. He didn’t seem to take much notice though, but each time the door would open, he would wake up and act like he wanted to walk out. However, he would just stop and come back to my bed or find somewhere else to sleep, not leaving the room. When my closet doors started opening as well, I decided that maybe my cat wasn’t going to be in tune with it so I brought our dog into my room at night. Now Pup was a black lab my family had rescued and took in. He curled up on my bed with me the first night and of course, right around 3:30 the door opened. I felt Pup stiffen and lift his head up and since he had been resting on me, the motion woke me up. He was starring non-stop at my door, not growling but he had the look like he was trying to see something. I looked at the door and noticed that this time, it was only open a crack. I started to get scared so I tried to turn Pup’s head towards me and call his name but he just jerked his head back, eyes transfixed on the door. After a moment passed, the door closed and Pup went back to sleep as if nothing had happened.
This really cemented my beliefs in the fact that something was not right here and there really was something going on. When summer hit and I started staying up late again, I got really into the internet for, well personal reasons. It was an ’escape’ of sorts and I spent most if not all of my time in the study. My mom and grandpa would always turn in around midnight or sometime close so I would always be the only one up. I’m not sure what, but whatever was going on in that house would make itself known again around 3:00 only this time it was downstairs in the kitchen. We had a metal trashcan that you stepped on to open and from upstairs, I could hear somebody tossing it around and knocking it on the ground, slamming the fridge and pantry door and just making a mess. When I would go downstairs however, nothing in the kitchen was messed up. The trash can was right where it needed to be, pantry doors closed, and the fridge was shut. Now and then however, the cow-hide pillows my mother would keep on the couch were thrown onto the ground. Because of this, I started avoiding the downstairs between 2 and 4 am. And if this wasn’t reason enough, one night I was down stairs at, once again, 3am and was making a bowl of spaghetti-o’s. I had the TV on I think it was a commercial I wanted to see so I turned away to look. When I turned back around, one of the knives from the knife block my mom had on the counter top was hovering for a brief second before it fell and clattered to the ground. I was frozen with fear for a moment but needless to say ate my meal upstairs and didn’t go back into the kitchen until the next morning.
Throughout the time we lived there, I would also have these very strange dreams about a girl who looked like an older, taller version of myself. Only her face was a little different for mine but all in all, she looked a lot like me. In these dreams, it would be as if I was not in these dreams directly but watching them and almost each one had her dying in one way or another. If she wasn’t dying, I would just wake up panting and filled with panic. The time was always around 3:33 each time I would wake up from these. I also started glimpsing the same girl form my dreams in mirrors around the house. Mostly the one my mom had by my room and the one in our bathroom. Though each time I tried to focus on her face, it was gone. Because of the feminine qualities, I made the connection that maybe this ’ghost girl’ of mine was named Allie so that’s what I started referring to her as.
I also noticed that as I started taking more of an interest in her and referred to her as ’Allie’, the more active she became. Even during the day she would start trying to get attention. One of the times that sticks out most is during the summer. I was laying in the living room playing my gameboy when these loud knocks started coming from the garage. My family always kept this door locked and the power off because all we ever used it for was storage. But just to be safe, I got up to make sure the door was locked. When I got close, they stopped and the door was locked. I shrugged it off thinking the house was just settling or something. So I went back into the living room and started playing when they started back up again. It really felt like there was somebody in the garage slamming on both the door leading into the house, the walls, and the garage door outside. I was the only one home so this scared me. I went outside and spent the rest of the day out there until my mother got home from work. I made her go check in the garage and as expected, there was nothing in there.
A few days later, I noticed our front door had dents that hadn’t been there before. It looked like someone had shot it a few times at close range with a BB gun or something. Shockingly a few days before I saw this, I had a dream about the girl again, only this time it was a little different. This time I saw the girl running down the street and running into the house in a panic. She was being followed by a man who had a gun and shot and killed her. Though, I’m not sure if this is a very good accurate idea because the man hid her in the garage wall. Granted it was the one the banging was coming from, there obviously was nothing in the wall.
One of the strangest things that occurred in this house was one night in the summer of my 8th grade year. Only this time, it was around 4:20 and the last big thing that had ever happened. I had shut down the computer and was walking from the study to go across the hall and down stairs to watch TV then crash on the couch. As I rounded the corner, something in the window grabbed my attention. Now remember I said the way this house was set up was you could see directly up to the second floor. There was a window right above the front door and in it, I saw this blurry, white image. Like fog only it grew as it came closer. When it came in through the window, it was the girl I had been seeing in my dreams! She was white and you could barely see through her. She was in this sort of what I would call ’pioneer’ like dress and she walked across the opening as if it was solid ground. She then walked through the rail where the name Allie had been written and when she was standing in front of me, she stopped, turned her head to face me, then turned back around and walked through the wall into my mom’s room. This was the first time I had seen her at full body and I was frozen once again. When I remembered how to move, I raced into my mom’s room and looked around then woke her up. My mom of course who never believed in ghosts said it was just because I had been up so late. My mother’s motto about ’ghosts’ and things of the like was always "I don’t NOT believe, I just personally have no proof TO believe." But I know what I saw and felt. It was nothing like I’d ever had ever been through and really scared me more than anything else.
After this however, Allie went back to little things. I started spending more time at my friends house and her presence in the house was very dull. The only time I would ever truly know she was still there was when my phone would ring. I had a cousin named Ally who I had in my phone as ’Allie’ because I had forgotten the ’proper’ way to spell the name. As I mentioned, I had a personal reason for becoming obsessed with the internet and when this ’reason’ of sorts would happen and my cell would ring, it was always under the name ’Allie’ and it was NEVER her. This only EVER happened when said ’reason’ occurred and not at any other time.
By the time I was in my Senior year in High School we had moved out of the Marie house for almost three years. During my last year I met a friend named Amy. Her mom was a ghost hunter and as it turned out, they had lived just down the street from the Marie house. Her mom had some sort of ’ability’ to sense energies and had always been very curious about our house. Her mom said she always got these very bad vibes and it took her all she had not to come up and just ask if she could walk around. I laughed of course out of the irony of things. If I had known her back then, I would have BEGGED her to just see what she could pick up in there. She also said that once we moved out, the ’energy’ she had picked up when we moved in vanished. Another thing she had mentioned to me was that 3:00am and mainly 3:33am is considered the ’666’ of times. She said it’s the time where demons and spirits have the most power. Neither of us really think Allie was a demon as she never did physical harm to me. Her opinion was that my presence there triggered something that this spirit wanted to get across. She couldn’t figure out if she was angry or was trying to ’protect me’ from. Either way, I do wish I had found out more about the spirit and if she was in fact restless, I hope she was able to find her way.