I am being haunted. There are other stories of hauntings, but this is mine. I am going to detail the goings-ons here to preserve the history of what has been happening just in case I am in over my head and the remedies I have to employ to rid my family of these spirits fail.
Let me start by saying the house in which I spent many years of my youth, and the house in which my parents still reside, is haunted. It was haunted before we moved in. Despite being creepy and scaring the ever-loving shit out of every member of my family at one time or another, the spirit in that house is not malicious. She is playful even, and from time to time will engage in light shenanigans. I remember one time my father was complaining about one of his shoes missing. Two weeks later it showed up on the front seat of his car. A few weeks ago my mother was making breakfast. She had a bowl of cereal and a bowl of fruit next to one another. She went out to the driveway to get the morning paper and when she came back her fruit was on top of her cereal. These are the types of harmless jokes the spirit brings to our house. Creepy, but never malicious.
I tell the above story as a showing of credibility, of sorts. I’ve lived among spirits, I am open to acknowledging their existence, and I do not deny them, despite being a hardline atheist. My veil has been lifted.
Both my daughters have seen what they referred to as “the man in the hat” in our house. In doing some research I found many children all over the world have seen this same character, and all reported good feelings associated with him.I have not felt any other presences in the house, nor has any member of my family open to such things. There have been no other instances until last week.
About six weeks ago, I saw a very creepy, shadow like figure lurking about my house. It was very low to the ground, something akin to what is below but without the red eyes or apparent indications of evil. It was a black outline, not outwardly hostile in any way. I informed it it was not welcome in my house and that it would be best to move on. It acknowledged me and simply vanished, I assume. I did not give it a second thought after that.
Around 11 pm, I was sitting on my back porch as I am wont to do when it rains. My back porch has an aluminum roof and I sit out there and listen to the rain as I read to just veg. On this particular night I was sitting out there and it suddenly started down pouring very hard, very fast, and out of nowhere. It was raining so hard I couldn’t hear the game I was playing on my phone, and I remember having to turn up the volume, which seemed very bothersome to me. Suddenly, to my left and about ten feet away, I heard voices; a heated conversation. I looked but nobody was there in my backyard. The house next door to me is vacant, and there was nobody between me and that house despite the voices sounding as if they were coming from that very direction.
I got up and looked around, but there was nobody out, and even if there were, given how hard the rain was coming down, I wouldn’t have been able to hear them unless they were standing right in front of me. I could not make out their words, but I could hear the conversation. It was a man and a woman, the man was doing the majority of the talking. How I knew it was a man and a woman I don’t know, I just knew. I looked right at where the voices were coming from, and there was something there. Something.
I couldn’t make out shapes necessarily, but the falling rain highlighted something, or the absence of something, perhaps. The same way I knew it was a man and a woman told me there was something there.
More terrifying to me, however, was the realization that the voices were not coming from anywhere. Rather, the voices were in the rain. I know of no other way to say it except to say the voices were part of the rain itself. I went inside.
Almost upstairs I remembered I left the door to the screen porch open. I had to shut it so raccoons, etc. don’t make their way inside. The very second I stepped outside, I felt a very strong, definite, and looming presence to my left, staring at me, where the conversation would have been happening earlier. Whatever it was, however, was closer than ten feet, it was standing right outside the porch screen! I did not sense there was a body there, but rather a large head, or face, as if something twenty feet tall was bending down to look right at me.
I could feel how close it was as I traveled the ten feet to my porch door, refusing to be intimidated by its presence. I cannot say it was menacing me. I got the feeling it was more along the lines of questioning my existence in its world, not the other way around. I pulled the door closed, turned to my right (this way I wouldn’t have to face it), and walked back inside. As I did so, I could feel it staring at me from my right hand side.
I told my wife of these developments the next day. She related to me the following, which happened hours prior to my incident but as she went to sleep after, had no time to tell me that night.
Earlier in the evening, she told my child (G) to go brush her teeth. G walked upstairs, came back downstairs, and sat on the couch. When my wife asked her what happened to brushing her teeth, G said there was an old woman in the bathroom that told her she wasn’t done and to wait downstairs. My wife, of course, flipped out and ran upstairs as there are no old women living in my house. Upstairs she discovered an empty bathroom. Chalking it up to G trying to get out of brushing teeth, she didn’t pursue it until I related to her the story of the ghosts in the rain.
I tried asking her about the incident the next day after school. G’s memory had apparently rapidly faded, and my questions produced no answers, save for one. She repeatedly said, “the memory is no longer in my head.” This is not an acceptable response from a child her age. To date G cannot provide an accurate description of what was in the bathroom.
My oldest, M, was in the basement doing laundry. M came upstairs and asked my wife if she had ever felt like someone was watching them but nobody was there. Apparently, M felt as if something was watching M do the laundry. M did not feel threatened or creeped out enough to leave, just watched.
I had to contact a good buddy of mine, someone not only sensitive to such things but tuned into them. He told me he felt as if he was being watched when he was in our bathroom in the basement two weeks prior. The bathroom shares a wall with the laundry room, where M was.
That same night, I was laying down with my children saying goodnight to them. I heard my wife being dropped off from an event she had been at earlier in the night. I heard the van door slide open, and I heard her talking before coming in the house, but I could not hear what she was saying. She came inside, came upstairs, and asked me how I had gotten there so quickly. I asked her what she was talking about, and she asked me if I was just in the backyard. I informed her I had been laying down with the kids for about 20 minutes. She suddenly got pale white and almost passed out.
She said when she was dropped off she heard me calling to her from the backyard (using my nickname for her), which can be seen from the driveway, and trying to persuade her to go into the backyard. She said she told me no, that she was going in through the front door. She did not understand how I could get from the backyard to laying down with the kids so quickly. Easy – I didn’t. Whatever or whoever was calling to her from the backyard was not me. Whatever is around my house is emulating me. I don’t know that this is a bad thing, but it doesn’t feel good, either.
We racked our brains trying to figure out what could have brought about all of these things in such a short period of time, which may be the most disconcerting thing of all. Next door, and about three weeks ago, the property owner leveled all the trees in his backyard. It is the only thing we could come up with that could have been so drastic as to cause a disturbance like this.
Saturday 17May 2014:
I had a conversation with some people in the know, and they seemed to agree that laying waste to so many trees could very well have caused this. I kept a lot of the wood in my backyard for firewood, which develops the connection to my yard.
I addressed the spirits, and let them know in no uncertain terms I am not the one that cut the trees down. I informed them of who the perpetrator was, that they had no issue with me, that there was nothing for them here, and to move on. I made it very clear my family was to be left alone, and although we could exist in harmony with each other, they had no power over me or mine.
Later on that day I had a conversation with my mother, who was, at one point, a Wiccan practitioner. She suggested I burn some sage and say some specific words. I will do that. My family has always had a very strange psychic link. My mother has been in my head, psychically, when necessary. She has done the same with my siblings. She did this when I was talking with her on Saturday and at the end of the conversation said, “focus on the bathroom in your basement, I am getting very strange feelings from there.” I did not tell my wife about this feeling my mother had.
Sunday 18May 2014:
Following my conversation with the spirits, I felt better. I felt nothing Saturday night or Sunday during the day and I was in the yard all day both days. Sunday night, however, brought new terror.
Putting the children to bed, my oldest asked my wife to get something for her, which was in the basement. She left to get the thing, and I followed her out a few seconds later. I asked the girls where my wife had gone, and my oldest said she was getting something for her downstairs. As she was saying this, I was already heading downstairs. I turned the corner to see my wife’s head poking out of the basement bathroom door speaking to someone as if they were in the middle of the room, about eight feet from where my wife was standing. It did not appear as if her eyes were open. She said, “I told you, I will get it.” Then I said, “who are you talking to?” Suddenly she realized there was nobody there.
Upon talking to her later on that evening, she said she felt as if my oldest was standing right there. She did not remember seeing her. That she did not remember it is troubling. She does not think she saw her, but rather she felt M’s presence right there in the room.
Last night my wife and I decided it best to invent a call and response for each other. In other words, if she or I say a certain phrase in a certain order, and the other person does not respond with the proper phrase, we are not talking to the other person, but rather something else.
That’s everything to date. My thoughts are many.
First, I realize a lot of this is open to suggestion, i.e., my own mind playing tricks on me. The reality is, I know what I heard in the rain, and my wife knows she heard my voice in the backyard. I know how I feel when the spirits are close to me, I’ve lived with them, and I know what I am feeling. Does the dark backyard make me a little uncomfortable? Maybe. Will I avoid it? No. I plan on sitting out there tonight and giving whatever is out there the chance to communicate with me.
Second, no matter the spirit’s intent, whether good or bad, the human body reacts the same to their presence – by feeling completely uncomfortable. So because the hair stands up on the back of my neck, or I get chill is not indicative either way of if a spirit is good or bad.
Third, I cannot let this go and continue to build, there has to be a meeting of the minds; this cannot get any worse. I do not believe the spirit has the power to visually manifest itself, at least at this point in time. This is why it emulated me in the backyard, and forced the feeling of M next to my wife downstairs. I do not want it to somehow gain that ability. I do not believe we are quite here:
Fourth, my dried sage is en route. I have specific instructions as to how to use it, which includes me reciting certain words. As I am not too keen on the possibility of raising an army of the dead, I’ll make sure these words are said correctly.
I’ll update this as things happen. Let’s hope there is no need for an update except to say they have moved on.