December 18, 2016

Kenny and I and our 3 pups were sitting on the couch which backs up to the wall this Sunday night. There was a huge bang, bang, bang, and the couch vibrated so much that I thought it had broken into pieces and was making all the noise...either that or someone was banging on the front door so hard, that it was vibrating the floor and the wall. Kenny looked at me, the dogs barked...then quickly stopped...(very out of the ordinary for them) and then they didn't move or bark at all. Kenny got up, went to the bedroom and came out with a flashlight and his gun, and then searched the house, the backyard and the front door and front yard. Nothing!

We lifted the cushions off the couch and saw that the hide-a-bed was still attached and everything was normal.

Weird shit!

On Thursday, December 1st, I had my Christmas Bunco Party at a location outside my home. I left home at 5:30 pm and didn't arrive back home until 10:30 pm. (We have dinner and Dirty Santa, so it is a special night once a year, and no one leaves early!)

The next day, my husband, told me a strange story. He was sitting on the couch which faces the kitchen, now that we have the Christmas tree up as we had to rearrange the living room. He looked up from his computer and saw me at the end of the breakfast bar where I sometimes keep my computer, when I don't need to be closed up in my office. His thoughts were that he didn't see me come in or hear the dogs bark announcing my arrival. He put his computer down to come to talk to me, and I was not there...

I wasn't there because it was around 9:30 pm and I was at bunco participating in Dirty Santa. He had to admit that this was very strange. I reminded him that something like this happened with our daughters in Houston many years ago at Christmas time. Wonder if it just this time of year. But "he" who poo poos the stories I tell, told me this story. I don't think he will be a disbeliever anymore!

My alarm went off early that morning, and I got up and turned on the tv. Just 15 more minutes was all I wanted! I was half listening to the news when "Wham"...something big just hit the sideboard of my bed. My first thought was that my dog Lily had fallen off the bed and hit it, when I immediately started hearing scratching on the side of my mattress...All of the dogs started barking and growling! I sat up in bed (This all happened within seconds) and started shouting "What the hell was that!" At the same time our bathroom door opened and it was my husband wanting to know what was going on. Hard to explain, but after calming the dogs down, I told him. I think he believes, but he doesn't want me to know he does.

The rest of the day, evening and even to this moment on Sunday Morning Nov 20, nothing else has happened.

I am talking on the phone on the opposite side of the house from my bedroom. My husband rushes in and asks me if I just heard a loud boom from the attic! No, I told him, all is quiet over here. He checks the attic out and found that several items we have stored (and very tightly packed, I might add) came loose and fell out on the attic floor. He said that items must have shifted and that is what caused it. I really don't think that is what it was. We haven't been in the attic for the past 3 weeks. And he is retired Marine Corps, so when he packs something in, it doesn't shift. I don't think he believed that the items fell all on their own!

Strange Activity In My House

I was at the wine bar area cleaning it off and going through mail, etc., and the dogs went wild. Your Dad was coming up the driveway with his motorcycle...so I knew they heard him. The motorcycle turned off, and Lily was still barking. I am still at the wine bar and from the dining room (it was close) was "SHUT UP!!" Lily had a reaction with her bark as if she had been hurt...It was a very whiny bark, as if she had been hit.

I immediately went into the dining room and nobody was there. Your dad was in the garage. It wasn't him.

Then later that day, he was making their dinner plates. I was to the right of him by the pantry and walked behind him and felt like I had brushed against an overhanging light. My hair (not to my scalp) but most of my hair was moved. At first I thought, I should have ducked. Then I realized and looked around, and there was no obstruction...

The next day, I was cleaning off the breakfast table and I noticed a dime on the carpet next to the table. I picked it up and put it on the table. About 15 min of working on the mail on the table, I turned around to go into the kitchen, and I looked down and there was a dime on the floor in the same spot. I looked on the table and the dime was still there. i picked the 2nd dime up and put it on the table. About an hour later, same thing happened. Now I have 3 dimes on the table. Later there was a dime in the kitchen on the floor, but your Dad said he probably dropped that one. Right..... 4 dimes in the same night. 

The Sheddows

When I first saw my parents' new home, I was moving in with my two very young boys temporarily--the husband was deployed to Afghanistan after two years of constant deployments and underways, and I took them up on the offer of coming "home" while he was gone.

My kids took the front room, which has since become the office. I took the back room. They are jack-and-jill connected with two washrooms and a shared bathroom.

My older son was speech delayed but had never had issues with sleeping. We'd always kept a small light on for him, but suddenly, he was very concerned about the shadows (which he called "sheddows"). They were watching him, he said, and they seemed dangerous. When I asked what they looked like, he described something with a lot of shark-like teeth. When he was a little older, he told me, "They looked like this," and then stood with arms straight at his sides, head upturned, mouth wide open and lips pulled back.

It was during this time I also started to notice weird things happening.

One night, I was in the bathroom and heard what sounded like my father grabbing things from the closet in the hall linking the front and back rooms. I was going to ask him if he wanted help looking for something, but then he stopped. It didn't sound like he'd put anything back--just left it lying around--so I went to bed, fully expecting a mess in the hallway come morning. The next day, nothing was in the hall, nothing was out of place in the closet, and my father insisted he had been asleep while I heard him rummaging in the closet. My mother vouched for him--she was in bed reading next to him.

Over Christmas, my sister visited, and we shared the bed in the back bedroom. While I was trying to fall asleep, I suddenly felt like someone was at the side of my bed, where I had my back turned, and then it felt like someone was very slowly crawling up onto the end of the bed. The pressure of someone's weight actually rocked me thanks to the really old mattress (the bed belonged to my great-grandfather). Nothing happened--the weight just disappeared, and the sense that someone was there also faded.

Regularly, there were sounds like someone had walked down the hall and stood outside my bedroom door. One time, it sounded like they were trying to turn the door knob. Another time, it sounded like they were scratching at the door.

I often felt like I saw small black shapes like animals darting around the house.

A few times, I saw a tall figure walk past the kitchen doorway.

Once, I walked into the laundry room where pantry doors were, and a really loud *wham* sounded by my head. I thought something really large had fallen inside--maybe a giant bag of flour or rocks or a very large dude, perhaps--but when I carefully opened the door to catch and right whatever it was, nothing was out of place.