When I was a little girl we moved from a yucky gray house on Allen Street in Lancaster, Ohio to A house up the street across from North school with beautiful mint green shingle siding, black trim,a brick porch and azalea bushes in front. when we went to the house the first time there were hummingbirds in the bushes. I loved this house so much I cried. (I was five) I said mommy, do we really get to live here?
She said, we move in tomorrow, lets look inside. So I hopped up the two level red brick porch through the front door right into the realm of the paranormal !
I loved my house, I loved my yard with the ivy and apple trees� and the old lady next door with the butter scotch candy. How could I tell my Mother that if I went upstairs for something after dark, that on the way back downstairs I would feel something terrifying at the back of my neck and a surge of fear that prompted me to learn to jump from the hall landing to the fourth step from the bottom like a pro? Did I tell her? No way. This was my house! I was only five, but I learned about ghosts from my uncle. I was afraid she would make us move. this was my house and I wasn’t going anywhere!
Little did I know this was just the beginning. The entity upstairs I never saw, but only felt. It terrified me,but only seemed to bother me in the upstairs hallway and did not come in my room. I soon found out why, it was afraid of what was in my room.
My father was very strict, so if he said go to bed you went. So soon after we moved in, I was in my bed falling asleep and heard a jiggle at my closet door, the knob turned and the door opened slowly. I tried to scream but no sound would come out, I tried to move, but I couldn’t move anything. A figure in a robe with a hood came out and walked toward me. There was no face just darkness.there was light in my room from the street light and I could see it reach out it’s hand to touch me. It’s hand was bluish white and soft like a ladies but larger. When it touched me I felt a static charge that went through my whole body. I blacked out, and when I came to I started screaming. The thing was gone, but I was screaming and screaming. I jumped out of my bed and ran down the hall to my parents room and leaped clear over my father and landed between them. My dad grabbed me and held me until I calmed down. I told him someone was in my room.� So he went to my room and came back and said, there’s no one in there, go back to bed. I said no way, I’m sleeping with you, so he let me. (I had never asked to sleep with them before.)
The next night he went to my room with me and brought with him a Gideon bible. My father is not religious, but I think he knew he was dealing with something even though he told me it was just a nightmare. I believed him at first, but this visitation would continue for the next few years. the ghost in the hallway was a ghost I think, but the thing in my closet was coming through a portal, yes a portal in my closet.
I also had another experience that only happened once. I was asleep and the sound of many voices whispering woke me up. I looked at my wall by the closet, which was opened and there were several shadowy figures standing there talking to each other and looking at me. Like others have reported they were varying sizes. And for some reason were not scary, I asked the little one, who was about my size, who are you? Are you my friend? It said no, we cant stay, we have to go now and they walked in the closet and disappeared.
I woke up the next day, birds singing, sun shining, just another day in my beautiful house. But that night my usual visitor came back one last time. This time when it came toward me and touched me it took my hand and I got out of bed and walked with it across the room and looked back and saw myself in bed, but there was no fear. We walked through the closet and through the wall. next thing I know we are hovering by a huge clock like big Ben, right by the face of the clock. I seemed to know why, like a silent understanding, but I can’t tell you what It was. Then I was back in bed wide awake but very puzzled. It never came back but the ghost in the hall stayed until we moved out. The next house was not haunted thank God, and I do every day believe me!
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