When I was about 14 years old I started having a recurring dream. I have no clue if this has anything to do with anything but I thought I would throw
it in the timeline in case someone thinks it could be relevant. I dreamt that someone was in the house trying to get me. I never really saw a face
or anything, just a blurred image of a person. I would spend the dream running around the house trying to get away. In the end of the dream I would
always head for the basement and hide under the staircase. Whenever I got to my hiding spot under there I would wake up. I had this dream all the
time and I told a friend about it. She felt that I was dreaming this because there was something I was supposed to find under the staircase.
Honestly, I hated our basement, and I never wanted to find out if there was something under there. I can say I’ve seen under there enough times
that I know there was no physical object sitting under there. The dreams stopped after a while.
After about age 14, everything kind of stopped. No activity whatsoever. Jump forward about 7 years later.
I was in my early twenties now and going to college. I only lived in the house during summer and holidays. It is important to note that my brother
had since got married and moved out, and my father had moved back in and had been living there for a few years. He was in poor health with COPD and
we had moved a bed into the computer room so he did not have to climb stairs. While home from school one weekend, I had gone to my brother’s house
most of the night to hang out. I did this all the time and sometimes I stayed all night there and sometimes I came home during the night some time.
On this particular night, I stayed there until about 4-5am and had come home and gone to bed. It is important to remember the computer room where my
dad was staying shared a wall with the staircase. The next day when I woke up, my father asked me what I was doing upstairs the night before. I told
him I got home around 4 or 5 and went to bed and that was it. He just kind of looked at me and asked if I was sure about the time. I told him I was.
He said the night before, around midnight, it sounded like I had come home, gone up stairs, and started throwing boxes at the wall he shared with the
staircase. He said it kept him awake forever and was just about to go yell at me when it stopped and he went to sleep. I assured him I wasn’t home
during that time and I definitely didn’t throw any boxes when I was home. He was home alone and my mother was working the night shift. I
remembered the story the kids told me about toys on the staircase hitting the door. It suddenly became much more real sounding. He thought it was
pretty cool that it happened and laughed it off. I’d like to mention as well, we had dozens of boxes sitting in the hallway that we didn’t know
what to do with. Perhaps these were the boxes being thrown? And no, of course when checked, they looked as if they hadn’t been moved.
We moved out of the house after my dad died in 2008. But there was one more corroboration about the haunted staircase before we moved out.
I took a year off school and worked in a daycare center for that year. I had a friend/acquaintance I went to high school with since I was in
Kindergarten. He also worked at the daycare and we continued to be somewhat friends. I was talking about my house to him on break one day and he
said, you know my grandma lived in that house when I was a baby. And I of course thought that was pretty cool and asked him about it. He described
the layout of the house and I agreed that it was correct. Then he said, have you seen any ghosts yet? Honestly, I was shocked and excited. I told
him a few things and told him about the kid’s story from when we moved in. He said it was well known in his family that it was haunted. When his
grandma lived there she had ALSO heard banging around on the staircase and footsteps going up and down. They had also had things move around on them
and their TV changed stations. I was pretty excited because I know the credibility of the guy, and this really cemented the fact that it was haunted.
That is basically it from what I can remember. I have no pictures. I thought about going by the house and snapping a few pics of the outside but
someone lives there and that could be weird. Right now, I think I might go look through all of my old pictures to see if I can find something of
interest. Not sure if I could get them on here, but I can try. I bought a cheap, old, used laptop that hooks up to none of my cameras, scanners, etc.
And my cell phone battery exploded and my new phone was the cheapest one I could get and it does pretty much nothing.
Anyway, if you trudged through the whole post, thank you. I tried to make it readable and in the correct timeline but I tend to write all over the
place. If you have a question I will do my best to answer it. If you have a theory I would love to hear
I know this wasn't the most extreme story, but it is true and it happened.
edit on 17-7-2012 by tport17 because: (no reason given)