The Townhouse

I was 6 years old when this happened. My sister was a year younger than me. Being the oldest I often teased her a lot and do things like hide somewhere and jump out and say, "Boo" and laugh after seeing her scared face. One day, I had made a fort downstairs in the living room out of blankets and pillows. I was in my fort when I heard foot steps from little feet coming down the stairs. I thought they were my sister's, so I sat quietly in the fort. I didn't want her to think I was inside, because I wanted to scare her when she looked inside. I saw a small hand (that I thought was my sister's) press against the blanket. Since the hand was on the other side of the blanket it looked more like a dark shadow of a perfect little hand. Upon seeing the hand, I made my move. I quickly moved the blanket that was the fort's ceiling and shouted, "Boo"! Instead of seeing my sister's scared little face, there was nothing. I quickly became scared and looked around for my sister. She was not downstairs. The downstairs part of the house was an open floor plan, so I could easily just scan the whole area. I then ran up the stairs and found my sister quietly playing with her barbies on our bedroom floor. She denied being downstairs and I believed her, because I never heard foot steps go back up the stairs.

Another occurrence:

Every night my mother would light a candle with the Virgin Mary on it and put it in our bedroom as a night light. One particular night, I inexplicably felt fearful. I asked my sister if she was scared too and she said yes. We didn't know why. In hindsight, maybe we felt something was in our room but being as young as we were didn't know that was a plausible reason. All of a sudden the candle mysteriously blew out. My sister and I became extremely scared and we shouted for our parents. Just then our beds shook back and forth with tremendous force. It suddenly stopped when one of my parents opened the door, threw a shoe in our direction, and told us to shut up. I hopped in bed with my sister and we huddled together in fear until the next morning.

After my parents divorced, my Dad continued to live in the town house by himself. He then began to experience things in the house as well. He told me that one day, he was putting up mirrored tiles on the living room wall when he felt the tap of a small child's finger on his shoulder. He turned to look, but there was no one there.

Another time, he was trying to fall asleep on the couch when he heard a loud crash from the kitchen. He thought that the dishes had fallen off the drying rack and had crashed onto to the floor, but when he got there nothing could account for the loud crash he had heard. He said that he also use to hear a strange sound in the house every now and then like sticks being broken in half.