Spooky

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Story type: Ghost
Location: Federal Way,  Washington
Source: Form Submission

I have had in the past some things happen to myself and my family which have been unexplained. When I was 8 years old we moved from Houston Texas to the Seattle area and moved into a spilt level house in a very nice neighborhood. Several strange things occurred there which I will now give an accounting of.

I woke up bright and early one Saturday morning as young children are prone to do, to watch cartoons. Nobody else in the house was yet awake. As I lay in our living room happily watching the smurfs I began to hear sounds coming from the kitchen.

The only way that I can describe these noises is that they sounded like someone was in the kitchen shuffling around pots and pans, and the distinct sound of my Mother clipping coupons at the kitchen table which she has always done.

So I yelled from the living room, "Mom, that you in there?" To which I received no answer, but the sounds continued. Then I said, "Dad, you in there?" Still there was no reply. I then proceeded to call to the only other family members that were in our house, my brother and my sister. Still no answer, yet the noises coming from the kitchen was unmistakable.

So being the brave little child that I was I wrapped my sleeping bag tightly around myself and tiptoed up to the door opening. I don't recall seeing anything in that kitchen but I do remember that I was blasted with a wave of heat that was so immense it scared me half to death.

For what seemed an eternity I stood paralyzed in that doorway. When I finally recovered my senses I ran to my bedroom, jumped into my bed and wouldn't come out until my Mother came into my room and got me.

A few weeks later I was down in the basement with my sister. We had a hot tub down there and we and my Mom were the only ones home. I remember having to go to the restroom so quickly I ran upstairs. When I returned about 3-5 minutes later my sister was very angry with me and she kept saying that what I had done was not funny at all!

A little confused I asked what she meant and she said that when I went upstairs that she heard what sounded like someone whispering her name over and over again and she was sure I was trying to play a joke on her. Well I swore it wasn't me and so needless to say we high tailed it upstairs right away.

A few months go by and I get very, very sick with the flu. I was out of school for 2 weeks. It was late one night about 1:30 or 2 in the morning and my Dad was away on a business trip. I couldn't sleep very well because of my illness and so my Mom was out on the couch with me and we were watching T.V.

Suddenly my Mom says, Stay right there, I'll be right back." She's standing at the top of the stairs looking at the front door. Then she goes and gets my Dads shotgun, and wakes up my brother. (I have to explain that in all of my years that is only the second time I have ever seen my Mom touch my Dads gun.) She and my brother are whispering back and forth then they go into the kitchen and are looking out the window. The kitchen had big bay style windows and the angle that they were you could look straight down onto the front stoop and see the front door clearly, there was no way that anyone could hide themselves out there. Mom was looking for someone though and the reason being is because the handle on the front door was turning like someone was trying to get inside our house! Seeing no one out there she and my brother sit at the top of the stairs and wait....I gather up my blankets and I sit there with them for oh, about 45 minutes watching he door handle twist and turn, and none of us said a word. Finally it just stopped, like it had never happened at all.

The last thing I have to say about that house happened shortly before we moved out. It had a very long driveway and sat way back off the road. One afternoon I was outside playing with our miniature poodle. We were running up and down the driveway and I always knew she was there because I could hear her little toenails clicking on the pavement. All of a sudden the clicking stopped and so I turned around and was faced with 3 large dogs who were evidently getting ready to attack me. (their heads were lowered and the were growling) My little pooch was going to protect me and was starting to square off with them. I screamed her name and started to run towards the house, I ran up the stairs to the front door and when I grabbed the handle, the door was locked! My Mother and brother were home and never has she ever locked the door on me ( I mean think about it, would you lock your 8 year old outside?) I started to scream and pound on the door and she and my brother opened it at the same time. Those dogs were right behind me. It just always seemed weird to me when I think on that day that, that door was locked. Coincidence? I don't know.

I have talked with my Mother on occasion about that house. She was a full time house wife and she has said that she was always uncomfortable there. Whenever we were at school and Dad was at work she said she swore that she wasn't by herself there. And whatever it was gave her a terrible feeling. I would have to agree. Whatever was there and I am sure there was something was not something good. Thank you for your time.