I moved into the house I’m in now when I was twelve years old, but the activity didn’t start until I was seventeen. I’m not sure exactly why it didn’t start up right away. We think maybe it’s connected to something in the house that wasn’t there when we first moved in. My mom loves yard sales, so maybe it’s linked to something she bought. Regardless, I’ve never really felt threatened by it. It’s just creepy sometimes.
It started the day my dad lost his car keys. He used to pick me up from school everyday, because it was too far to walk. My mom, for the record, used to go in late to work on Tuesday’s, so I know this happened on a Tuesday. She was getting ready for work, and she says she saw my dad’s truck keys on the counter in the kitchen. Shortly after she left the house, my dad woke up and began getting ready to pick me up. When he came upstairs and started looking for his keys, he was angry that he couldn’t find them. He thought maybe my mom moved them.
He called her and asked her if she moved his keys, and she said no, but that when she left they were sitting on the counter. That’s where he remembered putting them, but they weren’t there. So he tore up the house looking for his keys, getting madder and madder as it got closer to time to pick me up. When I got out of school, I called my mom (after calling my dad and receiving no answer) and asked her what was going on. She explained to me the situation and said that she would be picking me up in a few minutes.
A half an hour later, my mom and I walked into the house, and my dad was still frantically searching for his truck keys. My mom ended up finding them on her nightstand by her side of the bed. Now, let me explain that my mom NEVER drives my dad’s truck. My dad also NEVER goes on her side of the bed. So we just could not explain how the keys got on her nightstand. That was the first incident. Since then, there have been too many to count.
Another incident that stands out is the night I lost my flashdrive. My boyfriend at the time was visiting from out of state, and I’d brought my flashdrive over to where he was staying so that I could show him the stuff I’d been working on. Later that night, after being home for several hours, I was very distraught when I couldn’t find my flashdrive. I searched all over my room for it, but couldn’t find it anywhere. I looked in my bag. Wasn’t there either. Finally, just as I was about ready to go to sleep (having given up on the flashdrive for the night and resolving to look at where my boyfriend was staying the next day), I heard a little clink sound on the floor. Sure enough, when I turned around, there it was. My flashdrive, sitting right in the middle of my bedroom floor, where I’d already looked several times.
A few years later, we had the kitchen remodeled. My dad had hired a bunch of guys to come in and change out our ancient linoleum to something more modern. While they were changing things out, the guys kept feeling things being thrown at them. No one was doing it, and when they told my dad about it, he started telling them about the activity in the house. Needless to say, it really freaked them out.
We’ve had cereal boxes thrown at us from across the kitchen, a large heavy duty rubber bottomed stapler fly off the top of the bookshelf into the center of the living room floor, and things go missing only to turn up in random places. This has been happening, on and off, for years. I used to feel something tug at my hair in the middle of the night if I was up too late, and sometimes my parents feel someone lay beside them in bed when no one else is home (I’ve felt this too… really freaks me out).
Here’s another incident that happened. My dad used to work nights, and a lot of times I’d stay up late to wait for him (I’m a writer, and at this time in my life I used to write only in the middle of the night). He came home one night and brought him and I home a couple candy bars, and my mom a soda for the next day. He set the bag of candy bars on the couch and walked into the kitchen to put the soda in the refrigerator. When he came back in, what he saw made the hairs stand up on his neck.
One of the candy bars was still in the back. The other was sitting underneath the keyboard of the computer, which was at the other end of the room. My dad called for me, and then told me the whole story. He was completely freaked out about it, because he couldn’t understand how the candy bar moved so quickly from one end to the room to the other. And then placed under the keyboard. There was no one else in the house awake but us. It just made no sense.
My cousin, who has lived with us for a few years now, once saw a pair of headphones fly off a laptop onto the floor when no one else was in the room but him. I’ve seen shadows, not out of the corner of my eye, but right in front of me move around. My dad even swears that he’s seen a full body apparition. A woman dressed in hippie like clothes from the 60s. He says he saw her for a moment, blinked, and she was gone again. Once again, he was the only one in the room at the time.
We call her (because the apparition my dad saw was a woman) Vicky, although I’m really not sure why. At times it even responds to that name. When something has been moved, we yell at her, often times using her name, and tell her to give whatever the item in question is back. Then we’ll find it in a place we’ve looked before several times.
Beds have shaken, items have moved, shadows and other things have been seen. And no one can explain to us what it is. It’s never hurt anyone, and it’s been around for fourteen years now. It’s been really silent for the last few months. But we’re always waiting for it to do something else. To prove to us that it’s still watching us.
Submitted December 07, 2016 at 03:47AM by hazeli1313 http://ift.tt/2gPkDiD nosleep
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