Routine Hauntings

From: Ian Sizer (IanMac_86@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Iowa
Source: Form Submission

My name is Ian Sizer and I am seventeen years old. I live in Lisbon, Iowa right now, but have lived in two other towns, and many houses. All of my life, I and my family have experienced many happenings that are seemingly paranormal. They have all included ghosts, spirits, and apparitions. The number of and detail of these accounts will force me to undertake a rather long assignment of story, and I would understand if there was neither the ability or the interest to include it within one's site. But I will remain true to my aspirations of letting them be known, if only for my own satisfaction.

I will begin with my earliest childhood home and my earliest memories of strange happenings. I was outside our home, playing in our rather large yard, I do not recollect exactly what I was doing. A strong feeling of simple goodness swept over me and as I looked up, a beautiful woman stood before me. She was of blonde hair, and had I known at the time, I would have made mark of her dress, which I now know to be a blue dress of 19th century past. She looked "Victorian". My mother called me in to lunch, as she did daily, and as I looked back at the woman after starting to make my way to the house, she was not there. My mother never saw her.

A great many nights, I should say nearly every other in fact, strange and even frightful things occurred at that home. About every other night I would see a gruesome, hideous face grinning at me through my bedroom window. It was the second floor. This was not the comforting apparition that I had seen in the yard. This seemed purely evil. Nearly every time I would see this, I would go to my parents' room and beg to sleep within their bed, which they, under the then routine regimen, allowed me to do. Many times, always after seeing the face in the window, My door or my parents' door would slowly creak open and a green, grotesque looking hand covered in boils would slide in and around the door, and would just stay there.

But I was not the only one who experienced these things. The doors would sometimes open and close for our dog, an Alaskan Malemute. Footsteps were as well often heard above my parents' room, though the attic was closed off with an erected wall, for what purpose I cannot surmise. I learned later in my life that our house had once been a church, and that the yard surrounding it had held a great many bodies. But long before that, it had been a Native American Burial ground, and when the land was wanted for Christian Burials, the other bodies were removed. But there is a belief that one of those bodies was never removed, that of a medicine man. Also adding to the hauntings is the murder of the Hoovers, a couple who lived in the house around one hundred years ago and who were murdered. Our Malemute has been seen waiting outside the kitchen door of that house, seemingly waiting to be let in, though he's been dead for over a decade.

The happenings at our other homes are also a bit numerous, so I shall sum it up as best as I can, not including which events occurred at which house. Screams were heard by myself while I was alone late at night. They seemed to emenate from the attic, though it was incredibly hard and ridiculous to get up there. That same night is when I began to hear what I continued to hear every night starting at midnight until the day we moved out. I was laying in bed and heard what sounded like someone in boots walking just above me in the attic, seemingly dragging something like a box. It would walk back and forth across the attic floor all night long. I would also see a man in total black in the exact same place in that yard very often, but when I tried to look at him directly and up close, he literally vanished into thin air.

I saw a mist of white in my room three times one night, the same night that my little brother was incredibly upset about seeing a demon in that same room. My other younger brother had his covers pulled off and things would move by themselves. I was attacked by a demon, though in another house.

My youngest brother saw a man in 19th century attire standing beside his bed all night one night. When we would come home, the lights would turn on and off for us. One day, in the house that I live in now, lights came on by themselves fourteen times. At our other house, objects will shake and our cat will follow things with his eyes that aren't there, as well as occaissionally run from things we cannot see for no known reason for minutes on end. I have also seen an eight year old girl who is like my sister in places that she is not. She is not my sister, but the same bond exists. I saw her in her home, when she was not there, walk down a hallway and through a door that did not open, not being found within the room afterward. And although I am sure it was her, she looked several years older than she is.

 So I can only guess that what is dealing with my family is some entity which enjoys the attention, fear, and joy that its various forms give us. Please respond with your own assumptions of what this is and if there are many other cases like this, for I am at a loss and would very much like to know what this is. Respectfully, Ian M. Sizer