posted on Jun, 3 2012 @ 09:38 AM
I felt really connected to you as I read your post because the situation you're in sounds identical to one I found myself in between the ages 6-10.
Here's a little of how my story went:
Our family just moved into a newly built house. Me, mom, stepdad, and two brothers (I'm the middle child). We were familiar with the area but hadn't
lived in this part of town before. Then, starting at around age 6, about one year after moving in, it seems my "imagination" began working in
overdrive. Our mother would enforce a semi-stricy policy on helping out with family chores (mostly housework) and one of her chores she had us do was
sorting out the laundry that our family sort of just haphazardly used to pile in front of the washer/dryer in the basement. It was during these boring
chore days where I first began to experience a lurking and terrifying "presense". I had that complete "minds eye" visual of this thing, at first.
It was like a giant, lurking, ball of negativity that I could see moving towards me from another room in the basement. Everytime I got that "6th
sense" view of it, it would literally creep me out and I would DART for the upstairs. With every step I made up the stairs, I could feel this thing
bearing down on me, getting closer. It was a truly terrifying experience and I would have chalked it up to my own overactive imagination but my
younger brother both experienced and felt this same force. He was just as scared of the basement as I was and we both had minds-eye view of this
FAST FORWARD (UPSTAIRS) / "Name Calling"
When I was about 8 or 9, my parents didn't like me doing anything after "bedtime" that didn't involve "going to sleep". So TV, radio,
videogames; it was all taboo and I'd get yelled at or possibly grounded if caught disobeying relentlessly so I used to sneak my favorite Metallica
tapes and Dennis Leary's "No Cure for Cancer" recording through my headphone's jack. (I Was really young and was into adult things)
As I lay there listening to music/comedy, as I liked to do, on more than one occasion I would hear my mother calling out my name and it sounded like
she was in distress. I remember hiding my musicplayer underneath the blankets and then running out to the livingroom where the adults were peacefully
watching latenight talkshows. I'd go, "what?!" and mom would reply with a rather confused look, "what?! I didn't say anything, Go to bed!".
Then just as soon as I would get cozy and comfortable and enjoying the sounds.. same thing. I even tried to ignore the voice but it seemed to try
harder, almost like, it produced either more volume in my head or just a greater sense of distress & it sounded perfectly like my mother.
MY YOUNGER BROTHER (NAME CALLING)
He eventually, after growing up, told me about that "spirit that used to haunt our house" (his words). He said he could hear "somebody" calling
his name from the closet in a whisper manner. He said it was hard to go to sleep because he was scared and thought somebody was really in his closet.
FAST FORWARD / "IT" presents itself.
So a few years of being scared and hearing our names being called went by and I guess we learned to just cope with the weirdness. Then in grade 5, I
switched schools and began returning home 35minutes before everyone else in my home (yay! a free halfhour of TV-TIME before the brothers get home and
take control of the remote, I thought).
As I sat there, glued to the television, my minds eye started sensing and showing me a "figure", slowly moving up the hallway from the bedrooms
area, and then stopping right in my peripheral view and staring at me. I would turn my head quickly to try and catch a glimpse but it would vanish
everytime I tried. Then, it would repeat all over again, about 4-5 times a day during that halfhour everyday, it would play tricks on me until my
family got home.
This really wasn't just me having an overactive imagination, however, because not only did my younger brother sense it (older brother not so much)
but it wasn't until I was 14 years old, I asked my mother if she remembers our "old house". As I went into detail about my personal experiences
that I felt were too personal to share - she gave me this very serious look and said she experienced the same things, in the same parts of the house,
all that mental-imagry stuff and everything.
She said, "do you remember coming home that day from school and you said, 'Mom, it smells like dope in our house.' ?" I said, "Yeah". She
follows up, "well that was Alma (a Native American elder) and she was smudging the house to ward off negative spirits!" "Whoa", I said
We only stayed in that house for another 7-8months due to my mom getting a better job halfway across the country so we moved the very next summer. But
I don't remember ever having another encounter after the Native elder came in and did her thing.
btw, not only did she use sage to smudge, but she also hung cedar over every door and window