posted on Jan, 20 2012 @ 10:57 AM
My daughter from a very young age told me stories of her friend "Chadie" who lived next door, but who didn't want us, her parents, to see her.
Around 6 years old she stopped talking about her, when I mentioned mentioned it to her she told me she saw Chadie and another girl burning up in the
basement of the house next door, and she never came back. I don't know the history of the house, it is an old house and the people living there at
the time knew nothing of the history of the house so there is no way I could verify what she saw, but she was adamant about it. We moved just before
she turned 8 and were living in an apartment and one night I heard her get up, it sounded like she was sorta rushing around a bit in her room and she
turned the light on, whispered to her dog Toto then got very quiet. I waited a bit and then went in to check on her. I found her sitting rock still
on the bed wide eyed holding onto her dog both of them staring at the same area in front of them. I sat down with her and asked her what was wrong,
she told me that "ghosts" of twin boys had been in her room and that one had tried to choke her while the other one watched and laughed at her. I
asked her why she didn't come and get me and she said she knew she would be alright so long as she kept Toto next to her and stayed where she was,
but if she had tried to leave the room she would not be safe. She even complained of her neck still being sore from him choking her, and was
slightly painful tender to my touch. I slept in her bed the rest of the night...but sort of wrote it off as night terrors, although after that time
when I was in the apartment alone at night I would find myself unreasonably spooked.
Nothing untoward occurred in the apartment after that, for the time being, but sometimes when she came home from visiting her father who still lived
in the same house as we had when she was younger, she would tell me that things would happen there, that she was scared of the basement
(semi-finished) even with her dad down there with her and all the lights on. After her grandfather passed away, her father took his kitchenette set,
the chairs with effort swiveled, but were stiff and very squeaky when you turned them. She one day was using the stove with her back to the table,
when she heard one of the chairs squeaking, she turned around and watched it turn to face her with no one in it.
I encouraged her to talk about what she experienced and I listened with an open mind. Just because I couldn't see, hear, feel or experience what she
did, didn't make her experiences impossible, and I wanted to ensure that if she experienced something frightening (like I did that one night), she
could discuss it and express her fear without fear of it being dismissed. I think my deep love and concern for my daughter and my passionate desire
to ensure she felt she could trust me to "be there" for her, led to what eventually happened "next"
It happened when she was 12, we were sitting on the sofa talking about this subject, from where I was sitting I had a fairly straight view down the
hallway towards the bedrooms and bathroom and I just happened to look in that direction at the right time I guess....and I saw "him" he was a shadow
solid black, about 6 feet tall,and wearing a hat. He walked from a space in the wall between the bedrooms and into the bathroom. I was momentarily
struck dumb then I told her I had seen something weird...a shadow moving and she described him to me. From then on until I moved I saw him fairly
frequently, most times traversing that same path, but occasionally closer walking into the kitchen and disappearing, and even one night peeking out of
my daughters room, ducking back in and then peeking out again. But he wasn't the only shadow living there, around the same time I started seeing him
I also started seeing "the cat" It was also solid black shadow, the size of a cat, it would move across the room about 3 feet off of the floor right
in front of me and then disappear. The cat came with me when I moved and has become more "solid" in that when I am in bed sometimes I can feel the
weight of a cat jump on the bed, walk by my legs, even step on me crossing over me, but when I or anyone looks nothing is there.
I believe that my daughters experiences, and keeping an open mind for her, led me back to being able to "see" again.