I’m going to be home alone tonight, so I might regret posting, but here goes….
My parents’ house was haunted when I was a kid. Occurances don’t happen any more (and haven’t since i was about 12…..I’m 29 now), and they lessened a great deal everytime my parents added on to the house (they did very little renovation, just adding to the structure). Or house was the site of the rectory for the church that backs up to our property, and we are pretty certain a young girl died there at some point. She seemed to really like me.
When I was about 2, my mom would wake up at night, swearing that she heard me yelling “MOMMA!”, as though I was having a nightmare. She would rush to my room to find me sound asleep and silent. This happened a few times.
We also had a swingset in our backyard that woudl move on Sunday afternoons…only Sundays. The swings were in view of the kitchen window, and my mom would watch one of the swings (there were 3 on the set) begin to move slowly, then pick up speed. It woul swing for about 10 minutes, then come to a sudden complete stop.
We are pretty sure her name was Dorothy (we haven’t been able to find any definitive info), but I had an imaginary friend from ages 4-6 that sort of happened by accident…I went to my mom and said I wanted an imaginary friend (I was super imaginative and creative, don’t know why I didn’t invent it on my own). Mom simply gestured beside herself and said, Here you go. I responded “Hi Dorothy!” and skipped away. I’ve always talked to myself, and apparently, talking to Dorothy was a regular thing. I don’t remember much about it, except that when my friend across the street wanted to play together with out imaginary friends, I knew that Dorothy never wanted to play with her. To my child mind, Dorothy did not feel the other friends were legitimate.
I also used to see small shadow people in our dining room. You had to go through the dining room to get from teh kitchen to the bedrooms, and I would run as fast as i could through the dark room, terrified that something was going to get me. I did not mention this to my mom until I was in high school, and she told me she used to see them too. To this day I hate walking through that room, although I haven’t seen anything in years. Also, I have an older sister, but as far as I know, she never had any encounters, imaginary friends, and Mom never heard her calling out at night.
As a bit of backstory/reference….my parents are really weird when it comes to the supernatural. Both my parents were raised as very serious Protestants (Mom is Church of Christ, Dad is Episcopalian), but we were raised without any formal religion. My parents believe heavily in the energies of spirits, Dad feels whenever someone he knows passes away (at their time of death, he is always flooded with memories of any time he spent with that person, often never knowing that they are ill/hospitalized/or anything). I remember when Sixth Sense came out, I told my dad how cool the movie was, so he and my mom tried to watch it on video, but had to stop about 20 minutes in, as Dad said it was “too much like real life.”
Aside from home experience, the only other encoutners I have had involved my grandmother, who passed when I was 19. At her funeral, I went into the restroom to compose myself and was met with stale Carlton cigarette smoke and expensive perfume….my grandmother’s perfume. It was a non-smoking building, and the only smoker in attendance was my aunt, who had forgotten her lighter that morning, so she had yet to smoke a cigarette. And she didn’t smoke Carltons, and she wore Elizabeth Taylor perfume, very different from my grandmother’s. I still believe it was my Nana letting me know that she was moving on in her way ( I was the only grandchild that didn’t get to say goodbye in person). The other instance with her was a few years later, when I was in a car accident. I was t-boned on the driver’s side, and had it hit about 5 inches further back, I would have broken both my legs. For a few weeks leading up I had misplaced the birthstone necklace I had inherited from her (we are the only family members born in september). While looking for my extra glasses (mine flew off in the crash, and for some reason the police took them), I found the necklace in a table drawer that has NEVER held jewelry. I found it nd burst into tears, knowing that she had been with me during the accident.