SOMEONE'S WATCHING ME
(Anonymous)
Several of us had just gotten back from a football game. It was round 2:30 in the morning. While everyone was busy piling out of the vehicle, I managed to work my way ahead of everyone else. Just as I was passing in between the garage door and the front of the van, I sensed something very odd and got this eerie chill. As I looked up at the windows above the garage, I saw the vertical blinds kind of pushed upwards, as if someone were standing there looking out at me. I called out to everyone to see if anyone else got a glimpse of what I saw, but no one did. We headed to the area to see if anyone was inside, but found nothing. It was almost impossible for anyone to be in there to begin with. It took three of us, just to move all the boxes and stuff out of the way of the garage door, to reach the area I caught someone peering out at me. I was never a believer in this type of stuff before, but that sure fixed that. To this day, when ever my wife and I go over for a visit, I still get that same eerie feeling I did that night.
KNOCK, KNOCK, I'M HERE!
(Anonymous)
This happened to me when I was a teenager. I had just gotten back from track practice. My family had all run out to get something to eat. After a quick shower and getting ready for dinner, I headed to the living room to catch a little television. After a few moments, I heard three loud bangs coming from the other side of the wall....my bedroom. I got up to investigate, expecting to find that something might of fallen in my room, causing the ruckus, but not a medal, not anything was out of place. Baffled by this, I went back to the living room and within moments, it happened again, then silence. Not knowing what to think or how to react to all of it, I called out "Could you please stop knocking, I'm trying to watch t.v. here!". Next thing I know, it sounded as if someone had taken a door and slammed it very hard. I again responded, with a "Thank you!". When my family got home, I told them about what had happened. My parents went in my room and took a look around, but didn't see or find anything unusual. Although the pounding subsided that night, it continued off and on, throughout the whole time I lived in that house.
THE SHADOW
(Gwen)
For as far back as I can remember I always knew there was more to our family, other than just my two siblings, my mom and my dad. When I was around six years old, I had what I believe to be my first real experience with the supernatural. I was playing with some dolls in my room, when suddenly I saw a shadow walk by the door. I thought it was one of my parents, so I got up to go see what they were doing. I stood there and watched as this shadow walked into my parents room and then just disappeared. I walked in their room and called for them, but there was no answer. So I walked into the bathroom, but no one was in there either. I then walked about half way into the closet and felt a very strange, weird feeling. It is something that I can't explain to anyone. All I knew was, I had to get out of there! I ran up front to where my family was and asked who had been walking around, my mom looked at me and replied "Oh that was just our ghost". Well for weeks after that, cabinet doors would open and close, and sometimes the doors would slam so hard that the glass in the cabinets would break. It wasn't long afterwards that we ended up moving from this home.
THE MYSTERIOUS BOY
(Gwen)
We lived in a two story home and I loved it.....even though it looked like something right out of a horror movie! For the first two months I slept in my sister's bedroom on the floor because I kept feeling as if someone was always watching me. I hated that feeling. Then one night I got enough courage to sleep in my own room. We have a dog named Tux and he was just a little thing. This one particular night, he sat in front of my doll shelf and just stared at it all night long as if something were talking to him. I was so freaked out about this, that I couldn't fall asleep. The next day after I got home from school I heard footsteps upstairs....but oddly, I was the only one home. The weird thing about it was, in the kitchen you could see the lamp shake from where the footsteps were pacing back and forth. I also heard a little boy laughing. Other things have happened in this house, such as lights turning on and off by themselves every night. Things would also move about mysteriously, like when I would put the remote to my radio at the top of my bed and wake up to find it on the floor at the foot of my bed. Our dog would also play by himself or actually act as if he were playing with an invisible friend. The volume on my radio would turn up and down while I talking on the phone with my friends. One night about two in the morning, I was on the computer and suddenly I felt as if someone were standing behind me. I thought it was my brother trying to scare me so I turned around to yell at him, when instead I was shocked to find a strange ghostly looking teenage boy standing there, staring at me. Needless to say I ran upstairs and laid in bed with my mother, shaking like crazy. To be truthful, I don't mind him at all, because I don't think he wants to hurt anyone....I don't think he is a bad spirit.... It's just some of the things he does to get attention, that frightens me sometimes.
HOLD ME MOMMY
(Leona)
On June 1, 1996, we moved to Texas, and purchased a home in what seemed to be a nice, quiet neighborhood. My husband, Paul, our sons Alan and Douglas, daughter Rhiannon, and myself spent the better part of the week getting settled in. We choose the house because we needed a lot of spacious living area, and this place was ideal. We were foster care parents, but had no foster children living with us when we moved into the house. Though other things had happen to me, since the age of ten, I was, nonetheless, frightened when things started happening here. On the first night, in the house, I had a strange and frightening dream. I continued to dream about the same things, over and over. This went on for weeks, although I did skip a few nights, here and there, and not dream at all. A few months past and I was beginning to become a nervous wreck. There were nights when I didn't want to dream, so I tried to stay awake all night. Not that it helped, because it didn't. I soon found myself at our local emergency room, suffering from, what the doctors thought to be a case of 'overworking.' (I just didn't have the nerve to tell them what was really going on) Finally, they concluded that I should be on sedatives. Though they prescribed them, I never took them. I was afraid of sleeping too much, and more sleep could mean more dreaming. I soon found, that meditation exercises were very beneficial and relaxing.
My husband and I both owned separate businesses, and I, unfortunately, had to keep later working hours. I didn't usually get home until two or three in the morning. In early November, I took some time off to get things ready for the upcoming holidays. Our granddaughter, Angelica, age six, and grandson, Terrence, age four, came to stay the night. One morning, as our grandson showered, my daughter, Rhiannon, and I heard him talking and laughing. We didn't pay too much attention to what he was saying. Suddenly, he darted into the room, looked around, and began yelling at me, "Why did you make my friend leave?" I answered, "What friend?" He replied, "You know what friend!" I asked, "Who are you talking about?" He said, "Come on, you know who he is, because he knows you!" "So why did you make him leave?" He didn't provide us with a name, as he blamed me for making him leave, before he had a chance to find out his name. At that very instant, I felt such fear grip me that I couldn't speak. Rhiannon, said, "Okay, Terrence, tell us what happened." Terrence calmed down enough to clearly state that I had been mean to his friend. He said, there was a little boy who came to play with him. Terrence said that he had asked his friend to go wait in the bedroom, with us, while he got dressed. Then he said, "My friend likes you, he lives here too, so why did you make him leave?" I was trying my best, to hide my fear, but all of a sudden, I lost it. Rhiannon came to my rescue. She told my grandson, that his friend must have snuck away, while we weren't looking. Thank goodness, he believed her. When Angelica found out what had happened, she said, "Don't worry Terrence, there's some other kids here we can play with." Talk about scared, let me tell you, we were more than scared!
A few days after Thanksgiving, I was getting the Christmas decorations together and my husband Paul, was stringing the lights on the tree, when we heard a knock on the door. He got up and answered it, but no one was there. Again we heard a knock, and again he answered the door, to find no one there. The third time it happened, I offered to answer the door, and found no one standing there either. After having opened and closed the door so much, we noticed that it had gotten chilly inside, so we lit a fire in the fire place. Our sons, Alan and Douglas, were out doing some Christmas shopping with Rhiannon. Since it's our family tradition, to decorate the tree together, we were waiting for them to return. Paul and I were sitting by the fire, admiring the lights on the tree, when we heard another knock at the door. Paul said, "That's probably the kids." So, I answered the door, but once again, there was no one. As soon as I sat back down, the lights on the tree began to flash off and on. I remember my husband saying, "This is getting spooky now." We both knew, that we didn't have flashing lights, nor have we ever had any! I was starting to panic! On top of everything else, the dreams were still occurring too. In order to break my silent stare, he looks at me and asks, "What are you thinking right now?" I told him, "I'm beginning to wonder if we're alone here?" He nodded his head, and said, "Yeah, me too." I had hoped for a reasonable explanation, since he's such a logical person, but such was not the case. Instead he whispers, "Do you think, if we just talk to IT and ask IT to stop messing with the lights, IT would quit?" I shrugged my shoulders, as if to say I wasn't sure. He whispered, "Go ahead, talk to IT." I drew a nervous breath, swallowed to clear my dry throat and said, "Is someone here?" The lights stopped flashing and remained on. We watched them for several minutes. Then I asked, "Are you making the lights flash?" The lights started to flash again. I asked, "Can you stop now?" The lights stopped and remained on. I found some comfort in thinking, if there really is a spirit here, it must be a good one. After all, it was getting our attention, in a cute sort of way. Several minutes passed, and then Paul said, "Lets keep talking to IT." So we did! We asked IT several more times to flash the lights, and then to stop flashing them, and each time, things happened as we asked. To say the least, we were amazed. In the midst of our newly captured interest, our children came home. We shared what had happened with them. Of course they found this hard to believe, but wanted to witness some of it for themselves, so we asked IT to flash the lights, several times, and then to stop the lights, and IT did. This night was certainly a night to remember.
After the holidays were over, we decided to have our house blessed. My husband called the parish, and asked if one of the Priest would come over. The next day, Father Joseph came, blessed the house and spoke with us about our strange incidents. He was reassuring and comforting, in a humorous sort of way. As we walked him to his car, he turned back towards us and said, "Everything will be fine now, I think the spirits are getting in the car with me." I honestly hoped he was serious. Could it be that easy? Of course not! In January, I continued to have the dreams. Since these dreams first started, we had kept a journal. Writing down as much as memory would allow, and trying to include every single detail. The reoccurring dreams always involved small children, a certain little boy, and two little girls. In the dream, I am lying in my bed, and I'm startled by a loud noise at the bedroom door. It sounds like lots of people are there, all talking at once in very loud voices. They are shuffling about bumping, banging and pushing on the door. The door suddenly opens and a small child steps into my room. He stares with intent, at the angry crowd, and the noise fades to silence. It was as if the crowd had suddenly been diminished. Then he approaches my side of the bed, stretching out his arms, he begins to cry, saying, "Hold me Mommy, I'm scared." This terrifies me so much that I move away from him, towards the middle of the bed, saying, "No, please, why are you here?" "I'm not your Mommy!" The look on his face told me he was as terrified as me. His voice trembled as he cried out, "Hurry, Mommy, hold me please." When I didn't respond, he placed his hands upon the side of the mattress and tried to climb onto the bed. I keep moving away, telling him, "I'm not your Mommy!" In a convincing way, he begins to speak again, "Mommy, please hold me, I'm scared." "The soldiers are coming again!" I am to terrified to pick this child up. I am crying too, but out of fear. I am afraid of him, for some unknown reason. The noise at the door commences again, and he steps away from the bed, stares back at the door and says, "They're here!" "Please, Mommy, please hold me!" "I'm scared!" The dream ends when I am crying so loudly that my husband wakes me. This was my first dream. Though the dreams that followed progressed in detail, they always started out the same. Sometimes the little boy comes to me and other times little girls. Eventually, I found out their names, and ages. I finally brought myself, out of the fear of holding them, to the point that I would hold, and protect them in my dreams. Once, while I was sleeping, my husband woke to find, my arms formed, as if holding a child. He said, I was sitting up in bed, rocking from side to side. When he called out to me, I awakened puzzled, over the fact, that I was sitting up in my sleep. I have never done anything like that before. Talk about confusing!
One morning, Rhiannon and I decided it was high time we did some investigating. She and I decided to start by questioning the neighbors. Well, that's just what we did, but everyone seemed to be evading our questions, except one, who volunteered a little information. She told us, that a woman, who had lived there, had about nine foster children living with her. She swore that none of them died in the house. She was positive about that, because she remembered the very day that they "all" moved out. For some reason, I felt she was lying. We went back home and decided to call the police department for information on incident reports. The woman I spoke to, began asking me several questions. I thought it best to just tell her about the dreams, and let her take it from there. What a mistake that was! First of all, she didn't believe that my dreams could have revealed so much. Secondly, she told me I knew too much, about three of the children, so I must have called to offer more pertinent information, as I had mentioned other things, that concerned her. I told her that I was just calling to confirm something I had dreamed. I had no earthly idea my dreams were so real, until she began to give me the third degree. She advised me to come in and speak with a detective, or she would send one to my house. I asked if that was really necessary, since the only thing I could do is repeat a dream to them? She bluntly told me, "Look, you know something, I'm not sure how, but it could help us, in reopening this case." "It was closed years ago." "So what are you afraid of?" I answered, "My dreams!" "But I'll come in, if I really have to." I hung up the phone, feeling every emotion, but the good ones. My daughter drove me there, as I was a total wreck by now. I met with a detective, told him everything, about my dreams, the house, and in defense of myself, finished by giving them a piece of my mind too! He wasn't phased, in the least. He just leaned back in his chair, and read the entire reports to us. When he finished, he asked if I was all right? I didn't want to talk anymore, what I had just heard, sent chills over my entire body. I was having an exceptionally hard time just trying to come to grips with everything, so I nodded a 'yes' gesture. Thank goodness for miracles! This man believed me. He even went on to say, that some people are given a certain gift of insight, and no matter what the means, that they have to use it to help others. Then he proceeded to tell me that our Police department has to follow every lead, no matter what the source, or they would be neglecting their job. This was like a rude awakening for me. Can you imagine being relieved one minute and overwhelmed the next? That's about how I felt. Our visit ended with him asking me to get in touch with him, should I have any more dreams, on this subject, that revealed other information. I agreed to do just that, and left. The irony of it all is, that since that day, I have never dreamed about the children again. There have been times that I desperately wanted to. Times that I hoped I'd dream of just the least little thing. So many nights I've fallen asleep, praying, and asking for something, anything, that could help to put closure to a case that is now open again. So what has really been accomplished? I'm not sure, at this point, but I'm not giving up.
The Police Department's Incident Report revealed this: There was a single woman, (I cannot divulge her name) who lived in the house. She claimed to be licensed to provide foster care. (We have found out, through legal means, that the state of Texas did not grant licenses to single persons at that time) She registered as married. (Using a different last name) There were nine children, on record, whom she was foster parenting. Some of these children were terminally ill, and needed special care. The state paid her very well, for this type of care. One report states, that an ambulance was dispatched to the residence, on a certain date. A male child, three years old, died in the home. The paramedics were unable to revive him. Due to his terminal illness, he wasn't expected to live past the age that he was. The report also listed his biological parents names, and his grandparents, on both sides. (I contacted several of his family members afterwards) It also gave the name and address of the Funeral home that transported the body, and the name of the cemetery, in which he was to be buried. (Description matches small boy in my dreams) Another incident report: An anonymous caller left information, that a female, age fourteen, hadn't been seen coming out of the residence for some length of time, and he was concerned about her. He stated that she had severe emotional problems, and would like to have the police check on her. The report states, that police went to the address and questioned the woman, and she told them, that the girl had ran away. There was no Runaway report ever filed, by anyone, on this young girl. Her whereabouts is still unknown. Another incident report: Ambulance dispatched to residence, on certain date. female child, age seven years. Also terminally ill. Paramedics, in attendance, worked to stabilize her. Death occurred after being placed into ambulance. (Description matches female child I dreamed of) There was another report that stated: Anonymous caller, hearing crying, for long length of time. Loud music. Believed they were having a party that was getting out of hand. Suspected child abuse might be happening at this time also. Gave information stating that there were several men, wearing military uniforms present at the house. Heard them yelling at the children in a threatening way. Claimed the children were terrified. Police went, but found no evidence of physical abuse. Gave warning about noise. Residents stated that their party was over and their guests were just leaving. Another report: Prowler on premises. Search yielded no suspects. Another report: Ambulance dispatched. Emergency attention for child. No transport necessary. Another report: Domestic disturbance. Male suspect asked to leave premises. Another report: Domestic disturbance. Male suspect apprehended. (All domestic calls involved the same man)
It has been difficult to find out anything about the two little girls. The young girl who supposedly ran away, has never been seen again. The other five children, did not reside with the woman after she moved. As for the little boy, I have contacted several of his family members. Here are those findings: Grandfather made funeral arrangements. No obituaries ever printed, in any news paper, at Grandparents request. Only a few people attended his funeral, because no other family members, including his parents, were informed of his death. After his parents divorce, custody was granted to the mother. His father filed for custody, sometime later and lost, even though he proved her unfit and a drug addict. The mother eventually placed him in foster care, because she no longer wanted him. After having lost the second custody battle, his father moved away, and has since remarried. The aunt told me, that his spirit remained, because that was the only home he had ever known. I have been told, that I bear a strong resemblance to his mother, and I have to agree with that. She feels that he was looking for a mother's love, and he found that in me.......It all makes sense now. It's very real to me. I'm not afraid, but I am heartbroken. I have cried many times, thinking about these special little children, starving for love and finding nothing but fear and neglect. Somehow, I hope they know that I'll always hold them close....... in my heart.
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