Childhood Hauntings

by Dreamwalker
(Hamilton, Ohio, USA)

Sometimes I still speak about the past, but mostly with those whom have shared an experience of their own. I know there are many people who don't believe in ghosts, spirits etc. But there are those like me who have had something happen in their lives that they cannot explain, then the life journey begins...

I will start by saying this, I have always felt different and out of place, so to speak. Sometimes I could sit and listen to someone speaking and then venture far away from their words into my own world. This world was filled with many small lights, shadows and dreams of places I have never been.

My house was built in 1910. It survived the 1913 flood. In the crawl space under our living room floor you can still see the heavily cracked mud from those raging waters.

My momma speaks of the day she went to the house to clean just before we moved in. She said she was cleaning in the kitchen when she heard someone sweeping. She walked into the living room to see an old woman sweeping the living room floor. She thought that perhaps she has wondered into the house due to the door being open, and was an old woman who was confused as to where she was.

Momma walked over to her and said, "can I help you?" She never spoke. She kept sweeping as if it were a task she had repeated many times in that room. Then she turned towards the fire place, swept the dirt into the fire place and walked straight into it. Momma was scared to death, she told dad about what happened. Dad just shrugged it off.

Time went on, but my mom was uneasy in certain areas of the house. The walk-in closet under the staircase was forbidden for us to go into. The basement had an old dirt floor with a sunken area next to the furnace. Mom filled this area in many, many times only to see it once again sunken at least four inches lower than the rest of the old dirt floor by morning.

We would sit and listen to children running across the floor upstairs. Our two small dogs would even run to the bottom of the stairs and bark, but no one would be up there.

One night when it was time for bed. I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for mom. I noticed the wall seemed to be moving. As I began staring at the wall this dark figure came from the wall towards me. All I could do was kick towards it. When my foot touched it, it was solid. The force of my kick sent it backwards into the wall. It looked like dark smoke.

My sister and I often wondered what it was in that house that seemed to like to get our attention. We spoke of perhaps researching in the local library about the home. The house was to be torn down for a new regional highway to be built. We desperately wanted to find out more about the house before it was torn down.

As our conversation became more and more in depth of the home the lights went out. The house became very cold and I heard a loud crash. It sounded like my mom's canning jars had fallen and broken. I looked, but found nothing broken. I told my sister I felt angry, but couldn't understand why. She screamed over the phone get out of the house. I didn't hesitate.

I waited patiently for mom and dad to get home. My dad asked why I was outside. It was a very hot day and the house was nice and cool with the air conditioning. I told him what had happened. He went into the house and down to the basement where the fuse box was. There were three fuses red hot. He told my mom it's a wonder the house hadn't burnt down. It was common for the old houses to blow a fuse. But they never blew three at one time. And never became flaming red hot.

Just before we moved I mentioned to my sister that we had heard many things, and seen many things happen in the house, but had never seen what was haunting this house.

That night I went to bed like any other night. I woke at 4:00 am as if someone had woken me. When I looked across the room there was a man standing in front of my closet. The first thing I thought was that someone had broken in. This man was probably looking for valuables. I started praying at that moment. God please let him take what he wants and leave.

As I watched him I could tell he never moved. His hair was slick against his head. A long coat with some sort of wrap around it. Much like the one Sherlock Holmes would wear. He started to turn towards me as if to look directly at me, but turned towards my closet again and walked right through the door.

Many things happen in my life, much that I cannot explain. Most of the pictures that are taken of me have these orbs in them, or perhaps lights of dust. I guess my journey will continue until the end of my days.

If anyone can explain these things to me, enlighten me as to why? Am I suppose to do something? It feels as though I am. Why am I constantly searching for something, but never know what it is I am looking for?

Dreamwalker