posted on Sep, 9 2012 @ 05:28 PM
There you go, 67 flags. lol
In San Diego where I live, I actually grew up in a house right around the block. My wife and her family had lived in the house we're in now since the
70s, and it wasn't until we were in high school that I found out she lived around the corner. In fact, I didn't even know her even though we went to
the same schools for 7 years. Weird how that happens, but we ran in different circles. Anyway, I drive by my old house every day and it never seems
like people are living there, even though there has been a ton of remodeling done and the house looks way better than when my family lived there. I
never see anyone come in or out, and the only vehicle I see parked is a blue Toyota FJ Cruiser.
I had quite a few experiences at that house. I was really scared of the dark for a long time, mostly due to the fact that my 4 older sisters made me
watch The Exorcist when I was real young and would play mean jokes on me that made me think it was real. The youngest of my sisters used to tell me
that the sound of the wind howling was ghosts trying to get me. Let me tell you, that scared the CRAP out of me, I was terrified when the wind would
pick up and I hated it. Luckily it doesn't storm that much here in San Diego so I forgot about it as time went on. One of the first times I realized
something was up with the house was when I was probably 7 years old. I was the biggest Ghostbusters fan and I used to pretend the duster and back pack
was my proton pack, and my nintendo controller was my trap. I was running around the house one day playing ghostbusters when I ran into the hallway
that all the bedrooms are connected to. I remember just stopping on a dime, and staring all the way to the end of the hallway. It was really dark,
even though the doors were open, and I got this really scared feeling and I ran right back out and into the living room. I was really scared and I
didn't know why. After that, I tried to avoid noticing how dark the hallway was. The funny thing is I mentioned this to my oldest sister about 5
months ago and she was shocked because she used to think that also, but she never told any one how she felt.
The first bedroom when you walk into that hallway was my grandmother's room, and when she moved out I took the room. While she was still there, I
used to go into her room in the middle of the night and sleep with her because I was scared. One night, I had just crawled in behind her and I was
laying there trying to go to sleep when I heard my dog's ID tags jingle like she was getting up. The window looks out to the patio and back yard, and
her couch that she slept on was right by the _ I peeked out the window a little and I heard a really deep voice tell my dog "SIT!". I
stiffened right up and just lay down with my eyes wide open, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I looked again and she was just standing
there, staring at something that I couldn't see. I was so scared that I thought about waking my grandma up and telling her what happened, but I
figured she would have gotten mad and kick me out.
After she moved out and I took the room, I used to hear the wooden chairs in the kitchen move when no one was awake. We had tile floor, and the chairs
were kind of heavy and if you didn't pick the chair up they would vibrate really loudly. I would hear voices outside too, but I could never be sure
if there were people just walking by because the house is located right on a busy corner. I would just be really scared to go to sleep every night,
and I couldn't even go to the bathroom without having the door wide open. haha I think about it now and it makes me laugh, but back then I was
terrified. I never heard any stories of the history of the house, I couldn't even tell you when the house was built. There's been a few other things
that happened but I'll have to get back to it later. Wow I haven't thought about these things in a long time.