17 October 2016 | Your Stories
This story takes place a few years ago. I was eight years old and I was scared of the dark. I always told my parents that I could hear voices in the dark. I would scream until they left the light on all night. The voices were not necessarily evil, but they scared me. Even with the light on in the middle of the night I would wake up and hear “whispers” as I would call them when asking my mom. She figured they were just my overactive imagination.
One morning around Christmas, I awoke and felt the need to use the bathroom. I walked out from the door and distinctly heard a voice say “Look!” and saw, a red light, almost like a spotlight, flashing at the bottom of the stairs. There was no explainable source for the light. Being a little kid I began walking down the stairs to see what it was.
That’s when I heard him. A very strong voice which was totally different from the first. Not at all like my Dads. It said “Stop! Right now. Go back up those stairs.” After reaching the top of the stairs, I heard a very loud bang that sent me running back to my mother’s bed where I jumped straight under the covers and stayed there the whole night. When we awoke the next morning, the lights my mother had put on the railing down the stairs were pulled straight down to the bottom of the stairs, some broken and laying in a single pile. My mother could not explain it. There was nothing missing, nobody had broken in, there did not seem to be any reason this had happened.
I still think about this occurrence quite often, but I do not hear the voices anymore. Was I being protected from beyond the grave? I’d like to think so.
Submitted by Anon.
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