5 Year Member
- Sep 10, 2012
LOLwellington said:Ya, my husbands mothers a witch, hahahaha LOL. Oh, your not talking about the same kind so witch.
You are absolutely correct.dmmj said:The chupacabra is not a ghost, it is an alien pet that space aliens left behind for some reason long long ago.
PFFT. I didn't need to sleep tonight anyways.Laurie said:There were a lot of different things that my family experienced in the house I grew up in. We never saw anybody but, you could certainly hear footsteps, the kitchen chairs moving on the floor, sometimes voices (not me, my brother). I'd also get that "feeling" like someone is watching you, it would be bad enough that I would be scared to turn around and look down the hallway.
The stuff that happened when I was very young, who knows, I was a little kid. I can share one experience I remember clearly, I was 17 years old. Our house was on a residential street but there was an office building parking lot on the other side of the street. A big parking lot, took up the whole length of the block, so one side houses , the other side parking lot, there were always cars around so it was easy to miss my parents/siblings car. I got home from school around 3:30 and assumed nobody was home. The house was a two family house, my parents owned. We lived downstairs and they rented a three bedroom apt upstairs. The tenants had moved out and my mother was in the process of painting/cleaning the apt for new renters.
So I get home around 330 and went into the kitchen to make a sandwich or something, I could hear someone walking upstairs. I figured my mom was up there, so I went into the hallway and looked up the stairs. The door was open, I called for my mother and didn't get a response. I though maybe I didn't hear anyone after all. I went back to our kitchen and again I hear someone upstairs, this time I'm positive! So out in the hallway, upstairs I go, I thought maybe she was in the back bedroom and couldn't hear me calling her. I go all the way into the apartment, walked through all three bedrooms, living room,kitchen...no one. Now, I'm getting a little spooked, but I was used to it. I closed the door and went back downstairs. Once I was down there, I could freaking hear steps again, I go out to the hallway, look up the stairs and the door is open!! I knew I had just closed it, I grabbed my car keys and left. I couldn't even bring myself to turn around and look up at the house from the street.
Obviously I can't say for sure what happened, but I have never felt that uneasy in a house after that, I still have dreams that I'm there.