The old house was a big one. To help you better understand
where things happened, I'll tell you what it looked like.
The front door led into the sunroom where my mom kept her
many plants. The door from there led into foyer. If you
turned to your right you would see the living room; to
your left was the stairs leading to the second floor.
Around this area is where most of the things happened.
Leaving the foyer you'd see the dining room, the bathroom,
the computer room, and the kitchen. The computer room was
where the steps to the basement was.
The upstairs was a big hallway. Straight ahead was another
bathroom, next to that was the exercise room. Turning to
your right at the top of the steps was my mom's room. Go
down the hall a little more and you'd see three doors. The
one to the right led to the attic. The one in the middle
was my room; the one on the left was my brother Josh's
room.
The basement always reminded me of a maze. There was a
room at the very bottom of the steps that had been added
in for my brother Jeramiah. There were doorways leading to
the washer and dryer, and to two storage areas where I
kept my pet turtles at the time.
Most of the upstairs was haunted. If you were to walk up
the steps you would likely feel this dread and fear of
what you might meet when you got to the top. I never went
up those steps if I could help it. Instead of sleeping in
my room, I slept on the couch in the living room because I
felt safe there. We had many ghosts in the house. There
were the evil ghosts who lived upstairs around the attic
area, and there were the more protective ghosts that lived
downstairs. I believe that they tried to keep the evil
ghosts at bay while we were downstairs.
One of the most memorable experiences for me was when I
was a little girl. I had fallen asleep on the couch
watching something on TV. When I woke up I was in my room.
At that moment I didn't feel fear so I tried to go back to
sleep. But, as if whatever was outside my room knew I had
awoken, I heard clawing at my door. The problem with this
was, we didn't have a dog. We only had three turtles
living in the basement, and a fat, lazy cat who didn't
bother with such things. I'm not sure how long it went on,
but the clawing seemed to go on for hours and I was afraid
to move. I had this fear that whatever was outside would
see me and attack at any movements I made. So I refused to
move as I waited for it to stop. It wasn't until I heard
my mother's door open before the clawing stopped. Though I
never heard this sound again, I still call it the ghost
dog.
My mother had quite a few experiences herself. She seems
to be the person that the ghosts were most attracted to.
She told me of a few.
No one was home the night it happened. My mom had gotten
home late and had fallen asleep on the living room couch.
When she awoke she heard someone walk into the room and
sit in the chair next to the couch. Forgetting no one but
herself was home, she started talking to them, thinking it
was my brother Josh. She kept her eyes closed until she
realized no one was talking back to her. When she opened
her eyes, no on was there.
Another time she was sitting in the foyer and happened to
look up from her desk into the mirror. She saw an old man
walking up the steps. Though we aren't sure, mom and I
think that the old man and the presence in the living room
are the same person. Mom said she didn't feel threatened
by him so I think that the old man was our protector from
the evil spirits that lived upstairs.
My brother Jeramiah had his own experience as well. He
slept in the basement and said that he often felt someone
pulling his blanket off of him in his sleep. I can't
remember if he said it scared him or not. My other brother
Josh, whose room was right next to mine, also said that he
could hear sounds outside his door even though no one was
there when he opened the door.
I don't know the story of the house or what might have
happened there in the past but I hope to one day. We have
since then moved to many other houses and never met
another spirit. Every time we pass the house I can't help
but wonder if the people who live there now have met the
ghosts and if the old man is protecting them, too.
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