posted on Dec, 22 2004 @ 08:27 AM
Well, it seems it's time to tell everybody these two weird happenings my parents had. My family owns a big house near an European lake. It's quite
new (it was built in the late '70s) and we use it for our vacations. It was built on the site of a pre-existing house, this quite new too (built in
the late '50s) that my grandfather bought for the same reasons. The first "weird happening" was back in 1976, while my mother was expecting me (now
you all know I am 28!). My parents were alone in the house in the evening when suddenly my father's cocker spaniel (Keira) went mad and started to
growl and bark at the door. Soon after heavy footsteps were heard outside. Thinking about a thief, my father scrambled for one of his hunting rifles.
The footsteps were very heavy and whoever it was seemed to pacing back and forth. Keira kept on barking. My father opened one of the first floor
windows to get a clear shot at the intruder and... everything went back to normal. Nobody was seen or heard running away and the dog immediately
calmed herself and fell asleep almost instantly. Since my mother feared a miscarriage, my father grabbed wife and dog and went to a local clinic to
get a check up. Nobody ever heard something like that again. The second case was in the "new" house in 1994 and we were all sleeping upstairs (my
parents, my brother, my old dog, Leda, and myself). My parents were awakened by "terrible" noises from downstairs: it seemed like someone was
tearing the house apart. Please note: while this was happening my, brother, my dog and I were all sleeping very deeply, like nothing was happening. My
father tried to wake me up, but couldn't, so he grabbed once again one of his rifles, turned on all the houses' light from upstairs and, as the
lights went on, everything went back to normal. My mother armed herself with a broom and followed him downstairs, expecting to find a mess. No.
Everything was exactly where it was meant to be, nothing was broken or taken. When I woke up in the morning, my parents told me what happened and I
didn't doubt what they told me for a minute. My grandparents were vacationing elsewhere at the time and when my grandfather was told what happened he
simply said "Midsummer's ghost" and changed subject. Since then nothing weird or strange has happened there. I know the surrounding woods by heart,
having gone through them by day and night, and I never saw anything strange or fel anything creepy. So these are my family's simple paranormal
stories.