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wtbengineer
Yeah, I'll admit I pissed the bed a lot as a very young child because I was too terrified to go to the toilet in the middle of the night because there
was just always this sense of a presence there. Sometimes more than one.
Parents would try and reassure me it was them coming in to check on me when I was only half asleep and my brain misinterpreted it.
But I know I was very much awake, it would sometimes happen the moment I got into bed and the light was out.
I could see the light under the bottom of the door from the living room.
I know damn well I was awake, I've had trouble sleeping my entire life and nobody opened that door and came in.
I could hear the TV and the parents talking and then I'd hear the patter of adult footsteps on the carpet and always from the doorway to my bed, like
someone had entered the room and was walking towards me.
If my head was not beneath the blanket I would terrifyingly feel some one breathe on my neck or face when the footsteps stopped next to my bed. Like
someone was leaning over me with their face a few inches away from mine.
Never experienced anything like it anywhere else but in that house. Although I have experienced that overwhelming sense of something standing behind
me in a home I rented years later. But there was nothing 'physical' like sound or feeling like what I experienced as a kid.
Annoyed me having it played of as 'child fantasy' when I knew very damn well it was happening. Not helped by the fact my Mother, Father, Brother and
Sister all had their own 'ghost' experiences. And none were all that positive.
It was as if every one knew it was true there was something weird about the house but was in some kind of denial.
Yeah parents, if your young kid tells you they're experiencing terrifying stuff at night, maybe don't tell them your own 'ghost' stories. (MY parents
were pretty young themselves, Early 20's both when I was born and I was the youngest.)
Like apparently my maternal Grandmother was very ill for a long time and died very young. Not long after my parents moved us in there (I was like just
over a year old.) One day in the first week in there apparently the entire house filled up with the smell of my grandmothers medicine cabinet. She
was on a tonne of meds that apparently had a strong odour. They had at this point been long removed from the premises. Both parents give identical
accounts of this, like it was as if someone turned on a fog machine, that filled the place with odour instead of vapor.
It apparently freaked my mother out big time and she refused to stay there and took my siblings and I to stay at an aunts place. My old man being the
big tough ex-army boxing champ laughed it off and stayed. Because my old man has always needed to show the world he's no coward.
He apparently joined us a few hours later after an old glass domed clock with a rotating pendulum that my mother had had since she was a young girl,
but never had the key to wind it up, started up on it's own. Pendulum spun and away she ticked. Smell got stronger, and then my Dad got that
'presence' feeling until his big bad ass high tailed it and joined us. LOL.
I think everyone in the family experienced that clock doing a 'spin' on it's own at some point. My Mum wouldn't find a key that fit it for another 20
years.
Hell from 2-8 years old when I was in the front room of the house I shared with my brother before the house was rebuilt I swear I used to see dark
silhouettes of people in like late 1700's early 1800's attire nearly every night. Could easily make out the shapes of what I now know would be horse
hair wigs, lapels on shoulders. What you'd imagine a ship crew or government officials might wear around that time period. But they were pitch black
but very sharply defined. No wasn't shadows from tree branches because I could clearly see those and they weren't as dark and well, they looked like
branches not real animated people.
Another thing that stands out was 'phantom name calling' Quite often would hear someone say your name. Brother and sister also experienced that
(Cannot recall if the parent did. Best I recall is Mum telling us to never answer it. lol) Again another thing that I have only ever experienced in
that place. No where else.
Just your first name, nothing else. Crisp clear and concise. And always when home alone.
Tonnes of stories from that house. Eventually the parents tore it down and rebuilt it, first tore down and built the front, then tore down the back
half and rebuilt that a couple of years later. And yeah that feeling and the weird experiences kept on going. Entire house was new, but parents used
the bricks from the old living room chimney for a wall between the new kitchen and living room. (My brother and I would joke the house 'ghost' clung
to that and stayed in the new house.)
House had a Jekyll and Hyde feel to it. Felt super homey and comfortable during the day, but night and especially when the lights were off it felt
unwelcoming. If our parents were out, and the power went out, my brother sister and I would rather sit outside in the dark and wait for the power to
come back on (or the parents to come home if it was a fuse) than even sit inside with candles or a torch.
That old haunted house feeling, was weird to have in a house which was now modern and brand new.
Funny thing is I still miss that place as much as it probably traumatised me as a kid. Always wanted to go back and ask the current tenants if they've
experienced anything like we did in it.
I've experienced weird stuff since, much I can rationalise away, some I cannot explain, I'm a pretty scientific and sceptical logical guy, but I've
never experienced anything even close to what I saw heard and felt in that house growing up.
And there's a part of my life I've never told strangers before.
edit on 29-4-2021 by AtomicKangaroo because: typos and grammar