reply to post by Beldy
Hey Beldy,the house i grew up in also still haunts me in my dreams too,luckily very occasionally only-not nightmares per se,i dont get many of
those,havent since i was a kid,but haunting,sad dreams.In my dreams the light in there is always so dim,its always at night,and my adoptive mother is
still there(though in reality deceased) alone in that horrible grim place.
That house was severely haunted,infested is always the word that seems more correct.As a child i could feel the spirits,or maybe it was just one
entity,idk.But palpably close by,lurking around.The hallway was very creepy and dark,in all the rooms except the kitchen,i just felt stalked and
watched,all the time,i was a tomboyish child,i really came into the house as seldom as possible-talk about an oppressive athmosphere!
My adoptive mother's oldest son was able to see spirits-in hindsight,i wonder if thats why he became an alcoholic at such a young age,drinking too
much so he could sleep easy maybe?She herself had this creepy old wardrobe,and sometimes she would tell me that as she woke up,she would hear a sound
of knocking coming from inside the wardrobe,she felt a cat walk on her when there was no cat,stuff like that.
Just a horrible old place.And it was built right on an old cemetery,slap bang next to this old deconsecrated church.My dad dug up a human skull in the
veggie garden once-yet they continued to grow some veggies there-from that day,i would always be sure not to eat a veggie grown in that garden,luckily
i could figure out which was which,as the other garden was aways off.They grew tomatoes there, of which ive never been overly fond,and some
cabbage,also not a huge fave anyway.
She told me that when i was a small child,i would call her sometimes after bedtime,and tell her "Dad's home,i hear him in your room!"(connected by
a door to mine) If she didnt go check,i would get upset,so she did,and never found anything-but apparently i would be adamant she go call him (he was
seldom home when i was a kid+i missed him very much when he was gone)
Strange house,strange people.
In the old church next to us,the employees of the company my dad worked for,would refuse to enter.The company used the church for storage of
irrigation pipes,and the guys flat-out refused to go in there-they claimed,and backed up each other's claims that they saw "faces in the walls"-and
that was in broad daylight.
One afternoon,im outside playing with a ball,bouncing it against the church wall,and now and then it would bounce against one of the windows.Then i
saw this loooong,long thin arm with a big hand,pitchblack,on the inside of the window-well,i Scattered-and never played near that window,or even close
again-i still see it in front of me,sitting tying here-i see that abnormally long thin arm and huge hand-unforgettably freaky.