Back in the late 1960′s (maybe early 70′s) my husband’s family got a good deal on a piece of property in Mountain View, California. The owner (as I understand it, an old Italian man whose wife had suddenly died) sold the large piece of property to my father-in-law for a ‘steal’. In the late 80′s my father-in-law decided he wanted to build three houses for his three kids and their families.
We built our homes and moved in in 1991. Immediately strange things started happening. Things would disappear and then suddenly reappear in strange places. It became so commonplace that I would say out loud, “ok, that’s funny. Now give (it) back to me”… and sure enough the item would almost immediately reappear in a spot that we had already checked on. You say to yourself that of course, even though you knew you had checked there, you MUST have missed the item. You make excuses and you question yourself.
A few weeks after we moved in we would be downstairs and hear footsteps walking all the way across the upper floor. My husband and I both experienced these footsteps and never said anything to our daughter or to my mother who was living with us. We didn’t want to say the word ghost, and, at that time we really didn’t know what we were dealing with. My story is getting long so I will give you the “Reader’s Digest” version.
One morning my 6 year old daughter got up and was eating breakfast and she said that “last night a really ugly man came into her room and woke her up.” She said that he didn’t say anything but just stood over her bed. Trying not to over-react I asked her if she was scared and she said she wasn’t. She described him as old and wearing coveralls and a hat, and that he had a big nose.
I never told my mom anything about this. A few months later, my mom went into her room and saw a man, described to me almost exactly as my daughter had described. She said he was holding his throat and opening his mouth, as if he couldn’t speak because of some injury. She said he was really ugly and had a big nose.
My stepson was over and stayed to babysit his 7 year old sister. We had never told him any of our ‘experiences’. We came home, noticing that every light in the house was on. He told us that all night he had been hearing footsteps upstairs and that someone was in the house, but when he went to investigate, no one was there. He had a baseball bat in his hand and was very upset.
My husband got up one Sunday morning as I was making a breakfast and quietly asked me if I had just been in our bedroom. I replied that I had not. He then asked where the dog and cat were. They had been downstairs with me. He pulled me aside (he didn’t want for our daughter and my mother to hear). He said that someone was pulling the covers off of him. At first he thought it was the cat and just pulled the covers back over him. He then felt the bed go down as if someone was sitting on it. He opened his eyes and saw nothing. All of a sudden, the covers were pulled completely away from him. So. He figured someone was telling him to get up.
There were so many things that happened in our house the first 10 years that we lived there… too many to relate here. But we never felt threatened. After awhile, the hauntings and sightings stopped. I have to say we miss it. It was exciting and I will always wonder what it was. I do know that it was something supernatural and no one can tell me different.
Sent in by Sue, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com