posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 07:26 AM
So after reading another post on here I was inspired to share my own. I really haven't talked about what happened too much, but I figure on here is a
good way to do so. Everything I'm about to post actually happened to me and my family. The only margin for error may be in the timing/sequence of
some of the smaller events events, as it was several years ago. It is a fairly long story, so bear with me and I hope that at least a few of you make
it to the end. Any names used are not the actual names
My family (two kids still in diapers, ex wife, and me) moved in to an older house in the middle of town. Very nice single family home. Big yard, two
car garage, big porches/patios, etc. Very stately. We were renting, and we allowed the people who were living there before us to leave some of their
stuff in the garage as they moved into their new house. Shortly after moving in, we were watching TV one evening when the doorbell rang late in the
evening. I went and opened the door and nobody was there. Assuming it was the wind or something, closed the door and went back to the TV with just a
"huh...that was weird" thought. Over the next several days, the doorbell rang once or twice an evening and we started getting annoyed with it. The
prior renters stopped by and we asked them about it. They said the homeowner had sent an electrician out to the house who found nothing wrong with the
doorbell, so they chalked it up to "Mrs. Rogers." We asked who that was, and they explained that Mr. and Mrs. Rogers were the original owners of the
house, had lived there for decades, and that both had passed away (peacefully) in the house about 15 years apart. They asked if anything had happened
with the garage door yet, to which we replied no.
At the time I was working evenings, so I would get home very late/very early and sleep during the morning hours. The doorbell ringing continued, and
within a week or so I was awoken to the sound of the garage door opening. I was highly confused, as it was far too early for my ex to be getting home,
so I got up and went to see what the deal was. I entered the garage via a door in the house, and saw the door wide open with nobody around. Sigh,
guess Mrs. Rogers is branching out again or something.
My father in law moved in with us due to some pretty severe health issues. He brought oxygen tanks and those air machines that plug into the wall. He
ended up taking a hard turn for the worse, and passed away in the house. In the 24-48 hours leading up to him passing away, he continually talked
about seeing somebody sitting in his recliner (nobody was), and that it was a "little old lady" who was "just watching me (him)." He talked about
seeing black figures moving around his room, to include sitting on his bed, in the chair, going in and out of his bathroom (attached to his room),
A few days after we got done with all the funeral stuff, my oldest child started waking up in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder. I, or
my ex, would go in and see what the problem was, and he would be sitting up in bed with his little back pressed tight to the wall, his blanket pulled
up to his face, screaming away. Meanwhile, my youngest was sound asleep in his bed not 5 feet away in the same room. He wasn't old enough to really
articulate what the problem was, but it was pretty plain that he was scared pretty bad so my ex started letting him sleep with her/us. That seemed to
work for a few nights, but then he started waking up screaming again and was inconsolable for the better part of an hour to two hours, each time. All
through it, my youngest never had any issues.
One day I had come home after working a double shift and nodded off on the couch (please, no parenting comments; I already know I screwed up there). I
was awoken by the doorbell being rung over and over and over again, one "ding-dong" right after the other. I jumped up and saw that the front door
was open. Tore through the house to find my oldest (youngest was asleep) and couldn't find him, so I ran outside. There he was at the bottom of the
driveway, dragging his little blanket along as he walked. I got him back inside and thanked "Mrs. Rogers" for waking me up.
A few nights later I received a series of texts from my ex, describing an incident at the house: she had been in the kitchen with the oldest who was
playing on the floor. They heard a knocking coming from my father in laws room. My kid stood up and went into the hallway and the knocking stopped. He
stared at the door to FIL's room and made the little kid approximation noise for "grandpa?" The knocking noises continued for the next few nights,
along with some other things I will get into in my next post.