Me and my family moved into an apartment over my mother. An old farmstead was converted into apartments.
It started out with little things at first, odd noises, bad smells that would turn your stomach and cold chills in every room. My husband at that time worked nights so I was alone with my kids.
One night after he went to work I heard noises in the bathroom so I got up to check it out. No one was up and the light was on. I looked on the counter and some aspirins were sitting out. I thought maybe my husband left them there so I picked them up, put them back out of reach of the kids and went back to bed. Suddenly I heard the noise again. I got up and the aspirin was back down and out of the bottle, so I checked on the kids to see if they got up, but they were still asleep. This happened a few nights.
Then one night I got this feeling I was being watched so I opened my eyes and was never so scared in my life. Above my bed was two, I don’t know what to call them, demons maybe, they were as evil as the devil himself. I was so scared I couldn’t move. I just froze, then they started moving down closer to my face. I didn’t know what to do, so I just closed my eyes as tight as I could, waited a few minutes then opened them and thank God they were gone. This happened almost every night until I started sleeping with my bedroom light on.
It was about a month after that when one night laying in my bed (afraid to go to sleep) I kept hearing a small child’s cry. I thought it was my own little girl so I got up to get her but she was sleeping. I stayed in the room for a couple minutes to make sure but the cries didn’t stop and they weren’t coming from in the house. So I went back in my room and looked out my window, there hanging in the tree was a little girl. She had long black hair and wore a white nightgown. She was just hanging there. It scared me so bad I couldn’t wait to find another home.
I never did find out if something happened there a long time ago. I asked my mom if she experienced anything and she said no, but my sister can tell you a story of her own.
Written by Terrylee LaFountain, Copyright 2008