Your True Tales
May 2004 – Page 17

Hauntings
by Lisa

It all started at my mother's home in Riverside, California. My family used to talk about weird things happening, like my mother would feel someone sit down next to her and actually see an indention. Everyone in the house used to hear a baby cry in the middle of the night when all of the kids were sleeping. One night my cousin came down from L.A. to spend the night, and my mother told her she could sleep in her room, but she might be wakened by the crying. Being as my cousin was a non-believer in such things, she stayed in my mother's room. Later on that night, my cousin ran out of the house, jumped the fence and refused to come back in to our house.

Even after all of this, I still did not believe in any of it. I thought that they were making up stories to make themselves interesting, but I was still scared to sleep alone. One night my sister spent the night with her friend and I knew that I was going to have to sleep in our room by myself. This room was always cold, even in the heat of the summer, and we did not have an air conditioner. I didn't want to go to bed, so I wasted as much time as I could before going to bed. I was real tired and thought that If I fell asleep in the living room that I would be in trouble, so I went to brush my teeth before I went to bed. I was standing in the bathroom in front of the mirror brushing my teeth when I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, and then I heard a long whispering voice say, "Liiiiisssaaaaaa (Lisa)." I saw no one in the very small bathroom and no one was behind me. I was no longer afraid of my room because what ever it was was behind me, so I ran to my room. I ran in shut the door and then tried to turn the light on. It would not come on. I was paralyzed with fear and I hit the ground. I managed to get the door open and crawled across the hall, pulling myself with my fingernails in the carpet. I could not even scream I was so scared. My stepfather came to his door and said, "What are you doing?" I explained to him what had happened and he walked to my room and turned on the light and said, "Everything is fine. Go to bed."

All night I felt like someone was staring at the back of my head while I was sleeping. The weird thing is I have had many other instances like this one. I lived in an apartment in Knoxville Iowa and I was upstairs in my room when I heard my 10-year-old son's voice calling me. I went downstairs and got distracted with a coat on the floor. I opened the closet to hang it up and right behind me I heard, "MOM!" in my son's voice. I turned around and yelled, "What!" and he was not there. He had not been there. He was at school.

I moved into a house in Chariton, Iowa where I live now and things started getting weird two years after I moved in. Or maybe I just did not notice them, I don't know. It started one day when my sister-in-law and I left my house for a while. Before we left, we made sure all of the lights were off. When we returned, all the lights were on, including the porch light. I had two of my kids with me, and just to be sure it was not an intruder, I sent her in the house while I waited outside. She went in looked around and started to come back out when she heard some thumps upstairs and then heard a little boy laughing upstairs, so she went back in to check it out and said no one was there, so we came in. I thought nothing of it until I took my family back to California for vacation and my mother-in-law came in to clean my house. She called me and said, "I don't want to startle you, but I heard some thumps upstairs and a little boy laughing."

I had never told anyone this story and it was weird that they both heard the same thing. They don't talk to each other. Then I started feeling weird, like someone was with me all the time. I was standing in the kitchen making spaghetti talking to my son and my daughter was doing the dishes when I thought that my husband came up behind me and ran his finger back and forth across the base of my neck like he has done in the past. It was not a light movement, but pretty hard. I turned around to tell him to stop and no one was back there. My son said, "What?" and my daughter said, "Someone just touched her; they do it to me all the time."

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