The paranormal is drawn to my family, particularly my
mother's side of the family, more specifically the women
in the family, though my brothers have seen strange
happenings and apparitions as well. My younger sister, who
is now 13 years old, appears to be in the closest contact
with "the other side" which is sometimes rather impressive
in itself.
From the time I was little I remember paranormal things
happening in my life, even before they were openly
discussed in my presence, and after I moved from Utah to
Washington I had yet another to add to my collection that
was my very own.
We staid in a motel for three days upon our arrival in
this state while we located a place to live everything
went fine in the motel, as fine as can be expected with 3
kids and 2 animals trapped in a small motel room. After we
moved into our new apartment everything seemed to be fine
as well. We all slept in the living room for the first
little while, until we got some furniture and our
belongings were delivered. Still, everything was fine.
The day we had furniture delivered from one of those
rental places things got a little screwy, I started
feeling cold spots, and having nightmares in the bedroom.
If I slept on the couch I slept soundly, these things only
happened in the master bedroom.
However, one night about 2 weeks after moving into this
apartment, I was up late (yet again lol) with one of the
kids and I ended up sleeping on the couch. I leaned over
to turn off the lamp in the corner and I saw someone out
of the corner of my eye standing in the hallway. I looked
in that direction and saw nothing but a large vanity
mirror leaning on the wall, I shrugged and leaned over to
turn off the lamp again thinking it was just my reflection
in the mirror. I saw him again, I waited to turn off the
light while I got a better look at him from the corner of
my eye. Average height, slightly heavyset, thinning hair.
He was dressed in clothes that I've seen men walking
around in today, though they were a little outdated. My
first thought was that someone had entered my home, but it
took only a second to realize he hadn't been there when I
looked directly at him.
I turned off the light and settled onto the couch and just
as I closed my eyes a small plastic bowl I had used to
feed my cat bounced off my head. Now in order for that to
happen... The bowl would have had to of come out of the
sink, and been thrown or carried across the room from the
kitchen which was a good 16 feet of space to cover. The
sink still had dinner dishes in it so I'm just glad it was
the least dirty dish that hit me in the head! I said, "OK!
I'll do the dishes in the morning, can I get some sleep
now?!" all was quiet once again.
Everything staid quiet as long as I kept up with the
dishes and the rest of the house, when the house
got "untidy" he made himself known. My children talked
about a man who watched them in their room, which startled
me at first. Now either there is someone on a ladder
outside watching through the window (which was about 10
feet off the ground) or there was someone in the house.
Obviously the second was my only option. I don't know
where the man came from or why he was there. There was a
house next door that had to be demolished because it was
falling apart, and on the other side was an empty
foundation.
The woman moving into the apartment next door to me
brought her dog to check out the apartment and the dog was
very excited as she went up the stairs to the apartment,
but as she got to the door she stopped and resisted
against her leash. She tucked her tail between her legs
and sat down whimpering refusing to go any further. The
woman had to pick the dog up (which was no small feat,
this dog was rather large) and carry her inside.
Gladly, whoever the man is, he staid in that building and
didn't follow us when we moved out! I just hope that new
tenant keeps her floors vacuumed and her dishes done or
he'll make himself known to her as well!
The other experience I had in that apartment came the day
we were nearly finished packing to move out. I was picking
up misc. things from the living room and putting them in a
box and I glanced at the window. In the reflection of the
window I could see myself, the furniture in the living
room, and my cat walking across the coffee table.
What struck me as odd was the glimpse of a small boy
walking away from the window. He was dressed in a white
T-shirt and dark blue jeans, exactly how my 6 year old was
dressed and he was a mirror image of my son walking away
from the window, but my son was sitting on the corner of
the couch that I couldn't see in the window playing a
game, he hadn't moved. I opened the window and looked
outside, there was no one. I even went outside and looked
all around the building there was no one outside. The only
person in my field of vision dressed the way that little
boy was dressed was my son who hadn't moved.
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