23 February 2016 | February 2016
I have always been a little open to, or “aware” of the paranormal since I was very small. My first encounter was when I was 15 years old. I was born and raised in Texas and we used to spend our summer and Christmas holiday breaks at my grandparents’ house up north.
Their house was built in the beginning of the 1900s, so when I was a child it was already about 100 or more years old. The floors are extremely creaky and you could hear any footsteps loudly, and clearly.
One summer my older brother decided to stay in our apartment in Houston and not go with us to my grandparents’ house, which also meant that I had to sleep alone in the guest bedroom with my mother and her husband in the room next to mine.
I didn’t sleep at all that night. I went to bed around midnight, but I couldn’t fall asleep. While I was at least trying to fall asleep around 4 a.m, I heard someone walking outside my bedroom door. This someone was walking slowly back and forth, and I heard it stop outside my bedroom door for a couple of seconds, followed by more walking back and forth a few times. I never wanted to stay at that house again. Years later I asked my grandfather if he had ever heard it. He told me that he had heard it, seen it, spoken to it, shot at it and accepted it as a house guest he neither wanted, nor cared for. I guess that’s a Texan’s way of dealing with the paranormal.
Submitted by Anon.
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You should have asked your grandfather what it looked like, and what happened when he spoke to it, and shot at it.