Ever since I can remember I have had to have a light on in
my bedroom when I went to bed at night. If I ever tried to
go to sleep in a dark room I would always have the company
of dancing shadows around me, every chair or piece of
clothing in the room would take on a sinister shape the
would cause me to freeze from all motion. I'm nearly 50 now
and my husband of 25 years has adjusted to always having a
light on at night. It really bothers him but he is
sympathetic to my childhood frights. As a result I am very
aware of things that go bump in the night.
We had just moved into a two story home, my husband and I
occupied the top floor which consisted of a bedroom, a
large dressing room, and bathroom. The stairs entered in
the middle so you could walk the whole floor in a circle.
My eldest son 16 at the time had the room right below us
and you could easily hear when someone was walking around
on the top floor. Well one night we had been in bed for a
couple of hours, I was still awake in bed watching T.V.
like I always do because I don't like falling asleep in a
dark room. When all of the sudden I heard someone walk up
the stairs, and in a loud whisper calling my name. I
thought it was one of my children so I sat up and replied
in a loud whisper, so not to wake my husband, but no one
answered. Well now worried something was wrong with one of
the kids, I got up and went downstairs and check on each
one, and they were all sound asleep. Odd, I thought. I went
back upstairs to bed and in just few minutes I heard from
the stairs my name being called again in a loud whisper, I
FROZE, I knew it wasn't my kids, I had just checked on
them, I didn't move I just laid there frozen and afraid to
move, I was laying with my back to the door that lead to my
room from the stairs, but begin to hear loud footsteps of
someone making the circle walk around the top floor area,
this went on it seemed like forever and I never moved.
Finally I started to poke my husband under the covers to
wake him up, and the noises stopped. I let my husband sleep
and just laid there frozen for about an hour till I finally
fell asleep.
The next morning I was telling my husband
about what happened and my eldest son walked in and asked,
what was going on upstairs last night, from my room it
sounded like someone stomping their way all around the
rooms upstairs. He had heard the footsteps to, what a
relief that was to me. I told him the story of what
happened that night and I tell you we all felt pretty
spooked.
The next night my two nieces came over to spend
the night, and I told them the story of what happened. They
were kind of scared to be alone and also wanted to
experience it if it happened again, so they came upstairs
and slept on the floor next to me. It was like a slumber
party, excited and waiting for something to happen. We
bugged my husband a lot and I guess scared my visitor away,
because it never came again. Thank goodness.
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