My parents house was haunted. You certainly would not think it to look at it. A single story ranch in sunny southern California in 1969, but it was. My Mother was the first to experience anything. She had experiences off and on all her life, the first she remembered was at 6 years old.
Vicky... WOW! That was a REALLY interesting story! I read it three times already because I enjoyed it so much. Thanks for posting it for us to read.
Your story actually brought to mind something that happened at the house I was living in down in Evansville, Indiana. I rented a house that was built in 1902 (certainly this is not an old house in East Coast or European standards) and it was located two streets down from Oakhill Cemetery (one of the largest cemeteries in Southern Indiana). Just as I was moving in, I asked my Goddaughter and her friend if they would come over and help me unpack some of my things. The girls came over and later that evening Kathy went upstairs to unpack some things up there. Suddenly she came running down the stairs and told me she had just seen someone in the master bedroom. I went upstairs and looked, and of course there wasn't anyone there. I asked Kathy what the person looked like and she said it looked like a teenage guy with long blonde hair. She said he was wearing 1970's clothing and he was carrying a knife. She also said it looked like he was weeping.
Soon I forgot about what Kathy saw. I always felt very depressed downstairs. It had a sad feeling. But upstairs I felt very safe... almost protected.
There were a few strange things that happened such as the garbage can lid jumping off the can (and when I say jump, it literally would jump 2 or 3 feet in the air and then land on the kitchen floor. I never snapped the lid on tight either, so it wasn't like the lid popped loose). A couple of times when I would leave the house and return home, the cushions on my couch would all be piled on the floor. Sometimes I would hear someone throwing rocks or stones down in the basement (It was a dry basement with a cement floor and it had an old coal chute on one side).
A few months after I moved in, my sister came down to visit me. She brought my niece Christy with her and Christy's boyfriend Glenn. Susan decided that they would all stay at my house that night. Susan went upstairs to use the bathroom and then change into her pajamas. We were going to watch a movie or two and then go to bed. Susan suddenly came running down the stairs. I asked Susan what happened. She said she went into the bathroom (Susan doesn't normally close the bathroom door when she uses the bathroom as long as she knows everyone) and while she was in there she saw someone run from the guest bedroom across the hall and into the master bedroom. I asked her what the person looked like. She said it was a teenage guy with long blonde hair dressed in 1970's clothes and carrying a knife in his hand.
The scary thing is, Susan and Kathy have NEVER met each other before. This was Susan's first visit to Evansville (she lived in Indianapolis) and Kathy had lived in Evansville her whole life. They had never met each other, nor spoke to each other on the phone. Yet, they both saw the same guy upstairs.
Susan, Christy and Glenn all packed up their things and checked into the Holiday Inn that night.
