I was 3 years old when we moved into my childhood home. Prior to my family moving there, an old lady lived in that house. Before that it was owned by the people who ran one of the local churches. That old church was destroyed by a fire. Also, surrounding the house are several graveyards. One directly across the road and another on the other side of our large driveway. The one that really creeped me out was the private overgrown one that was connected to our backyard by a small wooded area. The stones were very old, crumbling and some knocked over
I experienced the most upstairs in my bedroom and my parents room. When I was about four my older sister moved into her own room. I remember after that trying to sleep in my room at night but kept waking up to what sounded like people working in the kitchen. I didn’t stop to consider the fact everyone was upstairs in bed.
One night it got so annoying I climbed in bed with my parents where I couldn’t hear the sounds from downstairs. We talked for a little bit then we fell asleep. I was almost asleep when I felt a strange presence, like someone was right by the bed. The air seemed to be thicker and I thought I was being watched. I told my mom this and that I was scared. She held onto me telling me that there’s nothing there, after that I fell right to sleep.
Years later I was talking to my mom about that night and she admitted to feeling something weird too. She stayed awake holding me while she prayed. I’m thankful she didn’t share that she was afraid too at the time.
Submitted by Della, Arkansas
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