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June 2006 – Page
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My
Haunted House
by Raul
When I was younger, I used to live in a haunted house. For a long time of my life, I thought I was the only one who had gone through these things, but later on in a casual conversation with my youngest sister, she was relating to me a conversation she was having about the haunted house she lived in and the guy she was talking to recognized the house from the occurences she described. I never asked her what happened to her but here is what I went through.
I would always hate when my parents left us alone in the house (back then, there wasn't a legal age for kids to be left home) because whenever they would leave, strange things would happen. I was about 8 or 9 and it would always happen when I was by myself. There would always be this disembodied voice well, more of a breather. It never spoke only hard breathing, like a male who was having a bad asma attack. Come to think about it, it always seemed to come from the same room or hallway.
In that building, several people died, that I know of, though not in my apartment. A man died in his sleep and not noticed for several days, and a woman was shot to death by her estranged husband in front of their daughter. As for this room, every year we would paint it and every year this black stuff would always grow back. We tried cleaning it, painting it but nothing worked. It looked like mold but it was dry to the touch.
The scariest time this thing manifested was one evening while I was bathing. I would love to take hot baths. While in there goofing around, this thing "appeared" (since I never saw it, just heard it). It sounded like it was right next to my butt naked self in the tub with me! I was terrified and all I could do was put my head down and close my eyes. I don't know how long I was there, but I do remember that by the time I mustered up enough courage to open my eyes and look around, the water was ice cold. Not seeing anyone but still hearing the distressed breathing I called on all my courage and called out for my mom yet this still would not discourage this thing. I could hear it breathing through my screaming. Just before my brother got there, the thing stopped and I begged him to stay even if he would see me naked.
Another thing that happened in that I disregarded, being a child and full of imagination and desire to play was that I was in the bathroom and sitting on the toilet. I closed my eyes and started feeling around the room just for fun. I had put my finger in a crevice between two boards and just as I was running it through, it felt like the crevice suddendly became maleable. It felt like something was pushing it from the other side and was squeezing my finger. It hurt but for some reason, I kept my eyes closed. I just said "ouch" and just stayed there until the pressure lifted. I never got scared and actually got so curious that another time as I was sitting there closed my eyes and did it again to see if would happen again. It never did.
In that same house I saw a ghost out the corner of my eye. The place has three apartments with an elevated "garden" apartment so the second floor is more like a 3rd floor. The property contained a full sized yard adjoining it to the side so out of the kitchen window, we could see it and it was a source of a lot of fun during my time there. One saturday while I was eating my cereal, out the corner of my eye, I saw what I thought was someone in the yard. It looked like the back of someone's head that had a raggedy "cape" on walking in a direction opposite me. At first, I thought it was one of my friends from the neighborhood getting an early start to play but then changed my mind when I realized how it was moving. It seemed to be floating in away from me from my left side. I thought that my friends might just be jumping the fence, but then I realized that they didn't stop and do the normal climbing that kids would do, this thing just glided in a consistent speed past the property into the next and going to the third.
I then thought it was a piece of trash caught in the wind but then realized that the "cape" was flapping in the opposite direction, so if it's trash caugt in the wind, how can it be goinf in the opposite direction and with a constant speed? Once I realized this, I got scared and then realized that if it was a person, why didn't they ahve any legs or anything? All I could make out was the back of a head and the flapping cape so I decided to look directly at this thing but, as you might guess, when I did it dissapeared.
Other things have happened to me since then and in different places but I believe these were things that were trying to deter me from the path that God set out for me including the Old Hag phenomena I've read in your site but slightly different. Although, that is a story for another time. :)
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