I had moved back to our hometown when I was about
5 years old with my mom. I thought our house was
as normal as any other, not knowing about ghosts
at my naive age. I always had this weird feeling
like someone was watching me, either from the
downstairs hallway or from the living room. Our
downstairs stairs led up to the shoes area which
was rather big. My dog, Lucky would usually be
sleeping there or close to the fireplace and we'd
have a high ceiling and no wall to close off the
shoe area when we walk up the stairs, so when we
do go up them, we can see downstairs too.
Anyways, every morning I'd do my usual routine. I'd get dressed and when I came out of my
room, I'd feel like someone would be watching me
from my sisters room, diagonally across from me.
I'd ignore it every day, even though I'd stare at
that exact place for maybe five minutes until it
disappeared (I wasn't really ignoring it then was
I? But, I tried). Usually it'd be in her room,
the spare room or at the end of the hallway,
sometimes in my room but not usually.
leave, my dog would always be staring downstairs,
constantly, even when I took him somewhere else
in the house, his attention turned to downstairs.
There was always this unseen shadowy figure I
couldn't make out downstairs, and I'd learnt to
ignore it as much as possible.
My cat, Kitty, by
now was used to this stranger and frankly, I don't
think she cared. My sister would also say the
same things about it to our mother, she was seven
years older than me so I knew she had to be
correct, after all she was older than me, right?
A couple years passed with our "guest" living in
our household. Anyway's, my mother was staying at
work late for that week and my siblings were
going to be out, my dog left with his posse (just
him and a bunch of dogs that lived near by, hehe)
and my cat, was of course, no where to be found.
I was upstairs in the living room, being bored as
I watched TV, well, suddenly I got this chilling
feeling in my spine and I looked around. I heard
something in the kitchen, like someone was moving
around the silverware, I was thinking that it was
my cat being a brat again so I got up. As I
entered the kitchen, only six or seven feet away
from me was this shadowy figure. By now, I was
totally freaked out. I quickly turned on the
lights and it was gone, no one was there, not
even my cat. So, I was freaked out by now. I
called my mom at her work and told her about it,
she said that she'd be home soon, like maybe in
an hour or less. I didn't want to be in the
house, I was only seven years of age then but
it's still pretty clear in my head. I had quickly
got my house keys, my shoes, left the house and
walked down my road which just HAD to be the
really dark cause one of the light poles went
out. I had this feeling I was being watched so I
ran to my friends house, only a block away, and
that feeling by then was gone. My sister had a
very similar experience.
My mother had been sitting in the kitchen one
night, the TV on in the living room. She was
drinking coffee and having a smoke while she
listened to the radio. My cat, had apparently
just come home, got into the house, it looked
around and turned to go back outside. Of course
my mother said no because it was dark out and
she'd been out all day, my cat getting the idea,
quickly went downstairs, past Lucky who was by
now, standing up and staring upstairs, ears
perked. The TV turned off, and this was very
strange and freaky since our TV is an antique and
doesn't have a remote control, you have to push a knob in.
She immediately went to turn it on again, not even
five minutes later it turned off again on her.
Being annoyed easily, she talked to the spirit for a
bit before I came home and we went to bed. She
had this idea about ghosts that I never
understood until now.
I had been sleeping on my mothers waterbed with
her since those encounters, too scared to sleep
in my own room, so it was always empty at night.
Even though I played in my room the whole day, I
would place things a certain way and the next
morning they'd be somewhere else in the room, and
my bed usually messy, even though I took that it
was me not being neat.
It went on for another year, before my mother and
her friend got tired of it, because they were
having similar events happening to them as well.
They kept me downstairs in my room all day as
they smudged the house down, my two pets would be
outside, doing their own thing. Once the whole
house was smudged down, even my room, they put
four of these medicine bundles in each corner of
the house, as a protective shield to keep out the
negative and bad spirits. Apparently our guest
wasn't a bad spirit and it stayed, even though
that chilling feeling was now gone, that being
watched feeling remained. Me and my sister
explained the guest to be a tall man with dark
hair, native most likely.
That night I sat in the
living room, everything was off, even the lights,
TV and power. My mom and her friend (the same guy
who helped smudge the place), sat in the kitchen,
talking to the spirit, telling him "to leave
please, they don't want him there, he's scaring
her daughters" and such. She did this for the
next two months or so, I didn't see it for a long
time after that.
I don't live there anymore, but it's empty now,
the bank owns it. I wonder if anyone is going to
buy it? I'd like to take a walk down that road
again on my next vacation, see if he's still
there. Surprisingly, he never talked to us, even
though me and my sister saw him most often.