Growing up in my childhood home, where my parents still reside today, it wasn’t uncommon for us to hear footsteps and strange noises in that house. Rumor has it that our house was built on an old Indian burial ground, but I still have yet to confirm that.
On multiple occasions, when I was home alone in the basement, I would hear footsteps walking around upstairs when no one else was home. The footsteps were so clear that I could tell which room the footsteps were coming from, and which direction they were going. My brother recalls one evening where he was playing video games late at night in the basement, and our family cat was staring intently at something to the right of him. When my brother felt a rush of cold air on his right side, he went running upstairs.
My mom told me this next story only a short time ago – but when my brothers and I were very young, she was woken up in the middle of the night by one of my brothers laughing hysterically in his room. When she opened the door, he was staring up at the ceiling above his bed, laughing uncontrollably. Whatever was in his room that night must have been putting on quite a show.
Over the years, my parents were woken up a number of times in the middle of the night by strange noises. One night, both of my parents were woken up (and keep in mind, my dad is a heavy sleeper), to what sounded like our wooden stools being dragged across our wood floor in the kitchen. They got up to investigate and they were sure they were going to find the stools scattered throughout the kitchen, but everything was in its place when they turned the lights on.
One night, I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom and I heard a scratching noise – like someone’s fingernail scratching the wall – on the wall directly behind me. My parents’ closet was on the other side of that bathroom wall, and they were fast asleep, but I went into their room to wake them up and tell them what happened. We inspected the closet, thinking we might find a mouse, but there was nothing. Earlier that evening, I had visited a haunted cemetery with my friends, and my mom suspects something followed me home that night, causing the scratching noises.
I live about 4 hours away from my parents now, but whenever I go home to visit, the lights in the kitchen and dining room flicker very frequently. I told my parents they need to get the wiring checked out, but they said the lights only flicker once in a blue moon while when they’re home by themselves, but whenever I come home, it gets much worse. I like to think that whatever entity is in my parents’ home, is simply saying “Hi, I’ve missed you.”
Whatever is in my parents’ home is not a bad entity. Although we were oftentimes weirded out by these occurrences, we’ve never felt threatened by it. Whatever it is has seemed to coexist with my family just fine after all these years.
Submitted by Kara M to Weird Darkness and My Haunted Life Too
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