I believe that I’ve mentioned before that I grew up in a house that was haunted. Although, I know that some don’t believe in spirits lingering here…I know what I’ve experienced and I know what I’ve seen and heard.
I grew up in a small farm town in Michigan. It was twenty miles to the closest city with a store…I mean a real store, not just a little hole in the wall convenience/corner store.
Anyway, our house happened to be built partially over an old lakebed and partially over an indian burial ground. That right there should have told my parents that they shouldn’t have moved in…but I don’t honestly think that they knew about it beforehand. We also found out in latter years that a murder/suicide occured in the old portion of the house many years before my parents purchased it. Michigan laws, at the time, didn’t require the release of that information to potential buyers. So my parents just had no clue as to what…and who they were dealing with.
A lot of strange occurences happened in that old house. Many of which seemed only to affect me. However, I believe that was due to my open mindedness and sense of awareness for the sort.
When I was about 8 years old…we had quite a few episodes. On my 8th birthday, the clock which hung over the mantel in our living room that belonged to my grandma who died only a week shy of my first birthday began ticking at the stroke of midnight. It was a wind up clock…and the key was never found after grandma’s passing. So it hadn’t been wound in over 8 years…and yet, here it was, now ticking as if it had just been wound.
Later that summer, my dad had just come home from work and decided that we needed to go into town. He was an armed security guard and was always very cautious about leaving loaded guns and such out where little hands could get to them. He usually put those items away the minute that he got home and then locked them up in the library…but on this day he was in a hurry, so he took off his gun and holster and set them on the desk in the library, locked the door and we left to go into town. It was just my dad and I, my brother was at a friend’s house and my mom was out of town at the time…so no one was at the house while we were gone.
When we arrived home, dad and I went back upstairs to the library to put the items that he’d bought from the hardware store in the room. I walked up to the door and was going to jiggle the handle to hurry my dad up on opening the door…but when I put my hand on the doorknob…the door swung open to our surprise. “I KNOW that I locked that door”, my dad said. I know that he did as well. We walked in and on the desk where my dad had left his gun and holster, were sitting a line of bullets and the bullet box net to them. Under the corner of the box was a note written in a female’s handwriting.
The note stated:
Don’t ever leave a loaded gun out where my grandchildren could get a hold of it!
After my dad read the note, he turned white as a sheet! He said that the note was in my grandma’s handwriting! The gun and holster that he’d left on the desk were hung in the closet and the gun had been emptied. Henceforth the bullets on the desk.
Later that year in the Fall, my mom and were up in her room. It was rather late at night…and my dad and brother had fallen asleep downstairs on the couches while watching television. Mom and I were sitting on her bed talking and such when we heard footsteps coming down the hallway. My mom called out to see if it was my brother…but there was no answer. So she called out again for my dad…but again, there was no answer. So she stood up and walked over to the door and opened it and turned the light on in the hallway, there was no one there…but she could still hear the footsteps coming toward her.
Now my parents had one of those old doors that slid into the wall…but it did have a lock on it and after checking and finding no one in the hall, my mom used that lock. She got back on the bed and told me that there wasn’t anyone there…but we could still hear the footsteps and they were LOUD and they were very close! As soon as the footsteps seemed to reach the door…they stopped. For a moment I was relieved, but then the locked door flew open and the lights all turned off!
We, of course, screamed our bloody heads off!! But then…a moment later, the lights came back on and no one was there. The door to the bedroom was still open and no one was there! We cautiously went downstairs to see if maybe my brother was pulling a prank…but when we got there, all we saw was my brother and father sleeping on the couches where they’d been when we’d last saw them. The dogs were still lying on the floor as well…no one had moved an inch.
When I was 17 we moved into a new house…at this time we were living in Texas. The house was an old spanish styled home with a walled courtyard out front with a cast iron gate. I had taken my dog with me over to the new house along with some breakable items. When I got to the house, I put my dog out in the back yard and walked into the house. I searched for the lights…but could only find one light switch …and it only lit up a portion of the hallway. None the less, I started bring things in from my car.
On one of my trips back out to the car, I was walking down the hall toward the door and I heard a little girl say, “Hello…I’m Rachel, who are you?”. I didn’t even think, I just replied “Hi Rachel, my name is Maria”. Then it dawned on me…there was NO ONE in the house but me! The voice seemed to be as if she was standing right in front of me. She said “Do you know where my mommy is? I can’t find her…I miss her so much.” She started to cry and then ran down the hall and into the master bedroom and shut the door. I didn’t see her mind you…but I could hear her clear as day! I walked down the hall and stood in front of the door to the master bedroom. I tried to open it, but it was locked.
“Rachel…are you there?” I said, “Open the door Rachel…please, let me in.” I could hear her crying from inside the room. At that moment, the door popped open…and I pushed it open the rest of the way and slowly walked inside.
The room was somewhat dark…but I could see a bit from the light that shown in through the window. I could see her…not clearly…but a faint outline of her in the corner near the window. She had a dress on…but not of this time period…an older dress from the 70′s. She had long dark hair…and her clothes seemed to be damaged a bit…almost wet looking.
“Rachel…don’t cry. I’m sure that you’ll find your mommy.” I said, even though I had no clue as to how this spirit was supposed to find her mom. I felt bad for her…and I was a bit frightened myself. “I haven’t seen her for a long time…” she sobbed, “I miss her”. “I know…I wish I could help you” I replied.
“Will you be my friend? That would help.” she said as she stopped crying. Now…at this moment, I didn’t know what to say. A friend…to a spirit? Isn’t that a bit…odd? I thought…I must be losing my mind. But, I answered yes anyway. She said thank you and then ran towards the bathroom and disappeared into the wall.
I had many encounters with Rachel during the time that I lived at that residence. In fact, I had my oldest daughter while living there. Rachel seemed to enjoy having a baby in the house. You could feel a change of energy in the air after Dora was born. Rachel was not a typical spirit. She was one that didn’t seem to know that she was dead…even though she relived her death every year on the anniversary. See, we had a pool out in the backyard…Rachel drowned in that pool when she only 5.
This is IT!!
Okay…I went to the surgeon’s office yesterday and got examined…again. The good news is that he didn’t tell me that I’m crazy or that it’s all in my head or that he can’t do anything for me and that I will have to live like this…he actually said that he’s going to fix me.
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