A mother tells the true story of a mysterious force that tore through her house, pushed her children, and terrified her father
HOW OR WHY a particular place becomes haunted is a mystery, although theorized contributing factors range from certain environmental conditions to the residual aftermath of human tragedy, suffering, and death. But these factors are of little concern to the families that live at the center of the paranormal activity. They only know that their houses are disrupted, their routines shattered, and their children feel threatened.
Lainey had no idea what lay in store for her family when they moved into what they thought was a cozy Kentucky farmhouse. There was something there... a presence that might only have been curious about these new tenants. Or was this force something more sinister? This is Lainey's story....
These incidents occurred over several months from June, 2000 until we moved in October, 2001. My family rented a large farmhouse in the Oakland area of South Central Kentucky. From day one, something was unsettling in this home.
THE HAUNTING BEGINS
The first night we spent there, my husband and I were in bed being intimate, and I heard a man laughing from the vent by the stairs. I heard it three times, but my husband did not. Trying to ignore the obvious, I put it out of my mind.
It was days later and my kids had begun seeing things. They were about 5 and 6 years old then. They saw a strange orb hovering in their room one night and were terrified. They described it as having a face - like a "floating bubble" that had a face. Another time they described a light with a tail coming out of the ceiling and moving all around the room. They heard taps on the window a lot, too.
Activity picked up and we had the usual creaky footsteps and sounds that went bump in the night. The house was two stories and we decided to make a play room for the kids upstairs. I always felt on edge up there, like someone was watching me. One afternoon, my kids were playing up there and heard something that frightened them. They both went running down the stairs, and as my younger child got to about middle of the stairs, some invisible force shoved him. He fell, as my older child was several steps behind and he saw how his brother's feet were made to come right out from under him. It wasn't as though he'd tripped... it was something unexplainable. Trying to not alarm or feed into the phenomena, I played it off time and again.
Then a friend came to visit. Showing her our home, we went upstairs. She looked around, rubbed her arms like she was cold and said, "Let's go down." She actually ran down the stairs and immediately out the door. She then confided to me that my house was haunted. I told her I knew, but didn't know what to do about it.
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