When younger, I was lucky enough to live
with my mom and two brothers in a mobile home
which sat on a piece of land near the outskirts
of the small town I grew up in. The land was
owned by my grandfather and used for his
businesses. Behind us were the usual small town
neighborhoods, but in the front our lawn gave
way to a large gravel parking lot where trucks
could load and unload things at my grandfatherís
warehouse. The warehouse was on the right side
of this lot, his carwash toward the left and
near the highway.
It wasnít such a bad place to grow up, I
guess. It wasnít the Cleaver residence, but it
was good enough for us.
Although she did a great
job raising us, my mom was still a single parent
so was gone much of the time; either working or
painfully trying the dating scene again. My
brothers and I spent a lot of time alone in the
house, learning early how to take care of
ourselves. The freedom was excellent but we were
decent kids...basically...so things were fairly
normal except for a certain period of about
For some reason, all the sudden we
were hit with...well...Iím not sure what it was,
but it was anything but normal.
As far as I can recall, it began when I
started hearing my name being called. This
happened a lot and it usually sounded like my
own voice in an urgent whisper. Only once was it
different. I was outside in the yard when I
heard my mother shriek my name from inside the
house. Sure that something horrid had just
happened, I rushed in; only to find her calmly
doing dishes. She was fine and denied having
called for me.
This may or may not be connected, but a few
weeks later I was away and she broke a glass
while doing dishes, putting a decent sized gash
on her hand that needed stitches.
My name being called went on for some time
and then another thing was thrown in. Around
3:15 to 3:20 every morning I would suddenly snap
wide awake. Laying there in the dark, a strong
sense of fear would wash over me. Still, nothing
ever happened, so I would slowly doze back off.
Then one night I woke up as usual and looked
toward my bedroom window. By the glare of a
nearby streetlight, I could see the silhouette
of a manís head. He had a beard of some sort,
wore glasses, and as he tilted his head back and
forth to get a better look inside, I could hear
the soft but unmistakable ?tap, tap, tap? of a
fingernail on the window pane.
The first few times this happened I went from
being frozen with fear to completely losing it in
about five seconds. I shared a room with my
older brother Mike and violently shook him
awake; all the while babbling about someone
trying to break into the house.
And thatís what I thought was happening.
Still, by the time Mike was awake enough to
look, there was nothing to see and he quickly
grew irritated with my claims. Soon I became
?the boy who cried wolf?. The only difference
being that I actually was seeing the wolf.
This happened a few more times before
stopping altogether and I tried to calm myself
by believing (or trying to believe) that it was
just a friend playing a prank. Still, my window
sat about 8-9 feet above the ground and the
earth, which was always soft, never had a single
mark on it, ladder or otherwise.
Soon we began to hear something heavy moving
around up on the roof. It would happened about
two or three times a week and everyone heard it.
Slowly pacing back and forth over the length of
the trailer, it would eventually speed up;
becoming louder and louder before suddenly
coming to a halt. This would be followed by a
series of loud knocks that came from random
spots above the ceiling.
Despite our many attempts, we never did find
out what caused these noises. Whenever we went
out to investigate, it would stop until we were
back inside. It was impossible for an animal big
enough to make all that noise to get up there
and no human could move across the roof as fast
as this thing did.
Another odd incident occurred while we were
all gone from the house. My grandmother called
to talk to my mom and said the phone was
answered by someone she thought might be a
friend of my younger brother Chris.
When this person told her everyone was gone
at the moment, she asked him why he was there
while we werenít and he simply said, ? Iím
supposed to be here?, then hung up.
We were never able to find out who my
grandmother had spoken to and to this day my
brotherīs friend completely denies ever being in
our home while we were away.
Time passed and Mike began to go through the
phase where he was too cool to hang out with his
younger brothers. He was only two years older
than me, but he felt that was enough to put him
in charge. I felt differently and let him know
it whenever I could.
One night he was out with his friends and I
had opted to stay in alone. I was watching my
favorite football team, the Raiders, play (a
scary story in itself). I had all the lights
off, the volume on the TV all the way down, and
my headphones on; jamming to a KISS album with
the volume all the way up.
Mike came back into the house for something
and just before leaving, motioning for me to
take off the head set. When I did, he told me to
turn off the light in my momís room. He went out
the front door and I looked toward the end of
the dark hallway. Sure enough, the light in
momís bedroom was on. I could see the glow from
under the closed door.
Not about to do anything Mike told me to do,
I put the headphones back on, turned the record
over, lay the needle back on the spinning disc,
and proceeded to finish watching my team lose
yet another game.
I was still sitting there in the dark when
Mike came home for the night. Jam session was
over so I took off the headphones and put the
record away. A little later, we were talking and
he thanked me for turning the light off,
confessing that he didnít really think I would.
I told him that I in fact didnít turn the light
off and he got a confused look on his face. We
both looked down the still dark hall and the
glow from under the door was gone. The light was
Because of all the weird things that had been
going on, it never occurred to us that the bulb
may simply have gone out. We were sure someone
was in the house. There was only one thing to do
and that was to search the whole trailer. Scared
to death, we retreated to the room we shared and
rummaged through the closet for weapons. My
brother got out the ever-trusty baseball bat and
I took hold of a long, heavy saber Iíd bought
years before at an amusement park (it still
mystifies me as to why anyone would sell a
little kid a very real and very sharp sword).
Our bedroom opened up to the living room and
beyond that was the kitchen. We quickly checked
these rooms then went slowly down the hall. To
the left was Chrisís room and at the end of the
hall was the master bathroom and momís room. We
searched every nook and cranny, every closet,
under every bed, everywhere. There was no one to
be found. Nothing.
We checked the light, which was in the ?off?
position and it worked fine. The back door,
which was locked as it always was, hadnít been
touched. Again, we were left with yet another
incident we could not explain.
Summer came and with it an undefeated season
in little league baseball. Mike and I were on
the same team and, after our final game had
earned us each a gold medal, we happily made our
Turning into the gravel lot and walking
around the side of the warehouse, we were
surprised to find the house lit up and we could
hear noises coming from inside. No one was
supposed to be home and no cars were out front,
so we went in to see what was going on.
There werenít just a few lights on inside.
Every light was on. The noises came from the TV
and radio, both of which were blaring. All the
water faucets were turned on full blast and both
phones were off the hook. We turned down the
noise and called out. No one answered.
So we searched the house again, our weapons
trembling in our hands. We turned off the lights
as we went, again finding no one there.
We were just too freaked out to stay inside,
though, so went over to the car wash and sat
down, trying to think of what to do.
We were sitting there staring at the house
and talking when suddenly and at the same time,
every light came on in the house. They slowly
blinked three or four times, finally staying on
for good. Then the noise started. It was quiet
at first, but then built up in intensity; the
jabber from the TV competing with the notes
being churned out from the radio.
That was enough. Without a word, we both
jumped up and sprinted to our aunt's home, which
was nearby. We stayed there till my mom came
home from work hours later. My aunt must have
called her because she came and picked us up.
Our mom seemed very worried; as if she knew some
funky things had been going on but didnít want
to talk about it.
Eventually the strange tide that came into
our lives finally started to ebb, but not before
one last incident.
School had begun and as usual we had to get
up every morning and prepare ourselves since mom
would already be at work by then. Mike was still
into his ?too cool for you? phase so he would
leave for school early. This meant that my
younger brother Chris and I were left alone. We
would eat breakfast, put on the clothes mom left
for us on her bed, then do whatever else needed
to be done before heading off.
One morning, we got up as usual and
sleepily went about the business of preparing
ourselves for another day of learning. Just
before leaving, I went through the trailer to
turn off everything. Starting with the light in
momís room, I made sure the master bath had
everything turned off, and then made my way down
the hall to another set of light switches in the
Turning my attention back to the end of the
hall just to be sure, I saw the hazy shape of a
person standing in the doorway of my momís room.
It had no distinct features, but it didnít take
much imagination to tell what it was.
I stood there; hand on the switch, staring at
this thing in silence while everything inside me
began to tighten up. My brother was near the
door, tying his shoes and saying something. It
didnīt register. I had all my attention on the
thing at the other end of the hall.
I pushed the switch down and the light in the
hall went off. To my horror, the thing in the
door immediately floated from the doorway, down
the hall, and toward the kitchen. Toward me.
Strangely enough, once it reached the place
where the hall became the kitchen, the form
stopped and just hovered there, a few inches off
My heart was beating fast and by this time my
brother Chris, still at the door, had seen it
and was watching. The thing and I were on
opposite sides of the kitchen now, about 15 feet
separated us. I put my finger on the switch for
the kitchen light and turned it off, sprinting
to the front door before I could even see what
Chris was already outside on the porch by the
time I got to the front door. I threw my things
outside and spun around to grab the doorknob. As
I did, I saw the hazy figure slowly leave the
hall, make its way around the kitchen table, and
then, once again, hover a few inches above the
floor; this time where the kitchen and the
living room met.
There was one more light to turn off... the
living room light. The switch for that one was
next to the front door. I stood watching the
thing hover at the entrance way to the kitchen.
I reached around the other side of the door,
pushing in the knob so as to lock it. I grabbed
hold of the outer knob and turned off the living
The thing literally rushed through the living
room. It came straight for me and just as it was
about to reach the door, I slammed it shut,
Chris and I making a run for it.
I didnít learn much in school that day and
neither did Chris, I assume. Just like
everything else that happened during this time,
we could come up with no explanation as to what
we had seen.
Like I said, things soon went back to normal
(whatever that is) and eventually we no longer
saw or heard all the weird things that had
plagued us for so long.
As far as I know, the
warehouse and car wash are still there, but the
trailer is gone; having been torn apart years
ago by the people who bought it from us.