Growing up weird occurrences that seemed to come from “the
other side” always happened to me. However I did not pay
much attention to them and just blamed missing keys, cold
spots, objects moving, etc, on my resident ghost.
My mother and I were the only ones living in our
two-story home when I was 13. She too joked around about
our ghost. Since the experiences we had were never
frightening neither of us were afraid of being home alone.
I say this because I was frequently home alone. My mother
worked night shift to make ends meat. She would kiss me
good night and then be gone until after I left for school
in the morning.
At this time my bedroom was on the first floor of the
house. My dog always slept with me. He was very
protective. I never feared intruders at night even though
I was a little girl who was all alone. My dog kept me
safe.
Every night I would wake up to use the bathroom around 2
am. The bathroom was catty-corner to my bedroom. So I
would wake up, all sleepy eyed, and shuffle out of my room
to go relieve myself. Of course one night was different,
drastically different.
I was home alone [my mother was at work] and 2am rolled
around. I woke up with a jolt. I was completely wide-
awake. My first thought was “Damn, I’m going to be up all
night now and be so tired tomorrow.” So I got up and went
for my nightly visit to the bathroom. When returning to my
bedroom I noticed my dog was not there. However I was not
alarmed. I figured he went to the kitchen for his food
bowl or water. Crawling back into bed, still feeling wide-
awake, I prepared myself for a night of boredom. I barely
hit the pillow when I heard the sounds of feet walking down
the stairs from the second floor. Does anyone remember the
full body zip-up PJ’s with the ‘socks’ on the bottom?
Those little socks make the most distinct sound. And that
is exactly what was coming down my staircase.
My heart stopped. I listened for my dog. If this was an
intruder my dog would be going crazy. But something in my
gut told me it was not a robber. I listened to the sound
of those socks walk into my living room, heading straight
for my bedroom. The only thing I could do was crawl under
my covers and hold my breath. My suspicions were confirmed
as soon as the “feet” entered my room. I was under several
thick blankets but I could feel my room turn ice cold.
Luckily I had just been to the bathroom or I would have
urinated right there and then.
I have no idea how long this spirit was in my room. I
never heard it leave. I remember the next sound was of
heavy working boots tromping down the hallway. Then I
heard a match being swiped across the wall in the hallway.
Luckily the sound of the boots traveled into the living
room, and not into my bedroom. I could hear our heavy
wooden furniture being picked up and slammed hard back onto
the wooden floor. Then the sound started. I have never
heard anything like it in my 21yrs on this planet. It was
a shrill cry and then garbled ‘words.’ I could not
understand was the noise was trying to say, but god, I
could hear it. Nothing, nothing compares to that sound.
At some point things quieted down. Somewhere along the way
I fell asleep. When I woke up my entire body was in pain.
I had been clenching all my muscles during the wee hours of
the morning. My dog was back in my room at this point.
Needless to say I high-tailed it outta there. Strange
thing is, none of our furniture was moved. That night I
preformed a ‘ritual’ with sage to rid the house of any
evil. After that I never heard from it again.
Looking back on the experience, I believe the spirit of an
innocent came to my room to protect me from whatever evil
lay in wait. I hope I never, NEVER have to experience
anything like it again.
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