Ever since I can remember, I’ve been involved with the paranormal. It all started when I was about 3 years old and this memory has followed me throughout my whole life.
When my twin sister and I were about three years old, my parents decided it was time for a change. We were currently living in an apartment next to my grandma’s house and it was quite small for the four of us (my mom, sister, my dad, and I). For some reason, I still remember the day that we first visited our new home in the middle of nowhere. It was on a warm summer day. My mom was talking to the relater and I was standing in the stone driveway looking up to the house. I remember the woman telling my mother that the man who built the house died while building it and although I was only three at the time it seemed a bit odd to me that the lady had to share that information. The house was built on top of a hill and it looked quite new, with white siding and stone walls around it, it looked very comforting. Little did I know that the first night in this house would not be so comforting.
After we had moved most of our stuff into the house that day, it was time to go to sleep. My sister and I shared a room so I was on the left side of the room and she was on the right. We snuggled ourselves into bed and our parents said their goodnights and shut off the light. They closed the door and left…
My parents rushed into the room, flipped the light on, and the voices stopped and the shadows disappeared. They asked, “What’s wrong?” to which I explained what happened. They checked the closet and told me that everything was fine. However, as soon as they left the room, the shadows reappeared and the voices started up again. I probably yelled for my parents 5 more times and by the second time, my sister started crying because all she wanted to do is go to sleep. Every time my parents came into the room and flipped the light on, again, the voices stopped and the shadows disappeared. Mind the fact that my clothes were still in boxes from moving in and that there was nothing in the room yet to cast a shadow. There is no explanation at all for these shadows or the voices.
After all of the light flipping and running back and forth, my parents left the room one more time and the voices didn’t come back that night, and I couldn’t see the shadows anymore. Cassie and I could finally go to sleep.
The next day, my mom yelled at the spirits to “get the f*ck out of her house”, and honestly she must have scared them away to a certain extent because I didn’t see or hear from them for years.
My mom told me when I was older that when I did this she was scared shitless and thought that she was going to have to find a new house. But I still live in this house to this day and the ghosts do things here and there, but that’s a story for another day.
If you want to hear other ghost stories from my house, let me know and I’ll gladly tell more because I have a lot to tell. Other than that… I love you all! Peace! ❤
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