The following events happened to me and family. My brother thinks the events happened because me and my step-sister were young teens and continued because my sister soon joined us in teen-hood. My sister thinks they took place because of the enormous amount of sexual energy in the house, so many teenagers and a pair of newlyweds. Here is what took place:
Just before my mother's wedding to her second husband, we all moved into a relatively new tri-level home in a relatively new sub-division. I was 13 years old when they married, my new step-sister was 12. The day of the wedding my whole extended family was at our home. Myself, my s-sister and my 12 year old female cousin were charged with watching all our little cousins and siblings while the adults went out to drink and dance. The phone rang, I said I would get it, and ran up the short flight of steps to the main level. While I was talking, I saw a girl my age coming towards me in what I thought was a yellow nightgown with a pink ribbon. The words "I said I would get it." came out of my mouth as I saw this girl run by me as though in slow motion toward the back door, her hair bouncing behind her. She appeared to turn into misty water droplets as she disappeared into the door. It was an odd but unfrightening moment. When I went back downstairs, I smilingly said to my step-sister that I'd just seen a ghost and she looked at me strangely. We didn't talk about it that night, but later after the guests were gone, she confided to me that she had been watching because she saw a white misty form going up the steps toward me. This was the beginning.
After that something strange would happen about every three months, something that we couldn't ignore. A strange, rotting smell would come and go on the upstairs landing. A solid blue handprint appeared on my bedroom wall that I couldn't scrub off. I was very upset and thought my little sister and her friend had inked up their hand and created it even though they denied it. The handprint disappeared later that day on it's own. My step-sister and sister said that they could faintly see that there was a blue layer of paint below the white, whatever that could mean. One day during dinner, I went to the basement to get a carton of icecream for my step-father. The basement was finished and well kept. The floor, walls, and steps going down were all solid cement (this will make sense if you understand the layout of a tri-level). As I stepped off the last step away from the wall into full view of the basement, the shelving far to my right startled rattling like mad. I stepped back on the last step out of view of the cupboards but still within hearing and they stoppped. I stepped down and they started, I stepped up and they stopped. I repeated this 5 or 6 times just to make sure it was really happening. Since it was broad daylight, and my s-dad was calling for his treat, I finally braved the strange noise and got the ice-cream. One day, also during broad daylight, my friend and I saw what looked like a stream of cigarrette smoke high on the wall, but floating sideways. It looked compact and long, just as the initial stream looks as it comes out of a resting cig. One night, my sisters friend woke to find what she thought was my step-sister watching them sleep. In the morning she found out my step-sister hadn't been home. One evening I went running to my mother's room because it sounded like someone was hitting her mattress with an enormous stick (thwak, thwak, thwak) in quick succession (hush, you Freudians
) but no one was there.
There were other things, like the feeling of being crowded even when you were the only one in the house, my sister hearing voices one day when no one was there, and general spooky feelings. To this day, when I have moved I walk through the empty house and really enjoy the "empty" feeling to it. It's nice to live in an unhaunted house.
Just before my mother's wedding to her second husband, we all moved into a relatively new tri-level home in a relatively new sub-division. I was 13 years old when they married, my new step-sister was 12. The day of the wedding my whole extended family was at our home. Myself, my s-sister and my 12 year old female cousin were charged with watching all our little cousins and siblings while the adults went out to drink and dance. The phone rang, I said I would get it, and ran up the short flight of steps to the main level. While I was talking, I saw a girl my age coming towards me in what I thought was a yellow nightgown with a pink ribbon. The words "I said I would get it." came out of my mouth as I saw this girl run by me as though in slow motion toward the back door, her hair bouncing behind her. She appeared to turn into misty water droplets as she disappeared into the door. It was an odd but unfrightening moment. When I went back downstairs, I smilingly said to my step-sister that I'd just seen a ghost and she looked at me strangely. We didn't talk about it that night, but later after the guests were gone, she confided to me that she had been watching because she saw a white misty form going up the steps toward me. This was the beginning.
After that something strange would happen about every three months, something that we couldn't ignore. A strange, rotting smell would come and go on the upstairs landing. A solid blue handprint appeared on my bedroom wall that I couldn't scrub off. I was very upset and thought my little sister and her friend had inked up their hand and created it even though they denied it. The handprint disappeared later that day on it's own. My step-sister and sister said that they could faintly see that there was a blue layer of paint below the white, whatever that could mean. One day during dinner, I went to the basement to get a carton of icecream for my step-father. The basement was finished and well kept. The floor, walls, and steps going down were all solid cement (this will make sense if you understand the layout of a tri-level). As I stepped off the last step away from the wall into full view of the basement, the shelving far to my right startled rattling like mad. I stepped back on the last step out of view of the cupboards but still within hearing and they stoppped. I stepped down and they started, I stepped up and they stopped. I repeated this 5 or 6 times just to make sure it was really happening. Since it was broad daylight, and my s-dad was calling for his treat, I finally braved the strange noise and got the ice-cream. One day, also during broad daylight, my friend and I saw what looked like a stream of cigarrette smoke high on the wall, but floating sideways. It looked compact and long, just as the initial stream looks as it comes out of a resting cig. One night, my sisters friend woke to find what she thought was my step-sister watching them sleep. In the morning she found out my step-sister hadn't been home. One evening I went running to my mother's room because it sounded like someone was hitting her mattress with an enormous stick (thwak, thwak, thwak) in quick succession (hush, you Freudians
) but no one was there.There were other things, like the feeling of being crowded even when you were the only one in the house, my sister hearing voices one day when no one was there, and general spooky feelings. To this day, when I have moved I walk through the empty house and really enjoy the "empty" feeling to it. It's nice to live in an unhaunted house.
