When I was two my dad was told his job would be taking him from California to England. My mom was so excited, and couldn’t wait for me and my older brother to experience something no one else in our family had. Me being two and my brother five however, dad wasn’t sure we’d get much out of it.
For the first year and a half we’d lived in a small house out in the British country side. However, My dad decided we needed someplace bigger, as I now had a baby brother on the way. He found the House for rent, a huge brick two-story house, to this day the largest house I lived in.
Mom said it was fairly normal when we first moved in. The sounds heard through the house nothing more than the heavy building shifting and settling. Just before my brother was born, however, things she says she couldn’t explain started happening.
It was small at first, change appearing on the counters, keys turning up someplace no one would have put them. Sounds of footsteps in the halls at night. She didn’t think much of it at the time.
Soon after my baby brother was born and things quieted down for a little while. For almost a whole year in fact, nothing really odd happened. Then it started up again… More intense this time, Mom said we’d come home and the cabinets and drawers would all be open, things started moving by themselves. In particular she remembers watching a plate roll out of the drying rack and roll off the counter and onto the floor, shattering. As well as hearing something shatter and coming into the kitchen to find a bowl had exploded in the sink.
Even my dad, a hard core skeptic, had a hard time explained how the t.v. would turn on when he’d leave the room, and turn right back off when he’d come running in. Or how the toilet upstairs would flush by itself and then slam the lid right after.
Even so, my parents refused to believe something odd was going on. Not long after I’d turned four… I had an experience so strong I’ve never forgotten it.
I was sitting in my room, the overhead light was off as it was starting to get dark and I was supposed to be getting ready for bed. Instead I was playing with my older brother “Kevin’s” pound puppy doll. Placing it on the window sill I continued my game… and a few minutes later reached to pull the doll from the window sill.
I remember the sun being right out my window, shining in my face. As I reached for it, I noticed something odd and stopped. There was a shadow of a hand under the window. I remember being confused and looking back behind me. My shadow was on the wall. I waved to make sure and sure enough my shadow behind me waved to. I turned back and was very shocked to see that the shadow under the window, was not waving.
Confused and starting to get scared I stopped. As I stopped, the shadow started waving back. I was terrified. I scrambled off my bed, so scared I couldn’t scream, though I certainly tried. I remember I was crying so hard the room started to get blurry, and the final thing to get me to run was when the shadow hand disappeared back under my bed. I grabbed the door and threw it open, ran down the stairs, found I couldn’t open the baby gate, so I climbed over it instead. Tackled my mom’s legs as soon as I found her and screamed in all the eloquence of a four year old.
“Mommy Mommy There’s something under my bed!”
My parents could not make me sleep in that room until they took my mattresses off the frame and laid them flat on my floor. After that, things went back to normal for us or as normal as they could be, I was terrified of that room for the rest of our stay. It didn’t help that the cabinets would still open or the t.v. and toilet would go off by themselves.
Two years later as we moved out of the house, My mom said one of our neighbors, who kept to themselves, came over and asked my Mom if anything odd had happened while we lived here. Mom was surprised and said she played it off as a joke. She said “Oh Yeah! Don’t you know, this place is seriously haunted!” And proceeded to tell the woman everything that had happened in the house.
When my mom finally noticed the other woman was pale she said she asked her what was wrong.
“I’m afraid you don’t understand, You’re house really is haunted.” There had been a string of American families to rent this house, and two before us was when the strange things started happening.
The family had been so excited. The daughter, though in college, was going to go to school in England so she could travel but also be near her parents as well. One day however, coming home from school, she was in a terrible car wreck and died. Her parents swore on their lives that their daughter followed them anyway.
The best part? My room was going to be her room.
Sent in by Rainy, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com
I’m new at this site maybe three day older. When i read about hell. I’m so scared that i wish to have a bible and read it all. I hate satan. Yes i mean. I hate, not scared. Till today i think stray spirits are the only problems on earth but now. Even demons.