There have been four occurrences in the past month I would like to share.
The first happened on Sunday the 26th of June. I did not share this immediately because I was kind of doubtful (and remain so, but because of the
other two that I do not doubt, I feel it right to include it). My great niece, who is 13 or 14 years old, and three of her friends were going to be
going to teen church camp on the week beginning June 27th. The church they were going with is the small church in our town. Traditionally my
niece's children, when they go to church camp, stay at my mother's (their great grandmother's), but this year my great niece specifically asked if
her and her friends could stay with us....because we have a haunted house. lol And THAT is why I didn't immediately share what they claim happened,
no other reason.
So, as you may expect, that evening they asked me to tell them several of things that happened here in the past, and I obliged. I then got out the
two KII meters and we walked around a bit. I explained how they worked and when we got a few blips I showed them what we were watching for, and then
after that I gave them the meters and let them have at it. For the rest of the evening they would spend time upstairs and then all 4 would
occasionally come down stairs and sit in the living room scared because they got blips...lol.
I woke up the next morning same time as usual, around 4:30 am and when I got up I found that of the 4 of them, only one had ever gone to sleep. My
great niece was sitting up on her side of my daughter's bed with her friend sleeping next to her, and the other two kids were awake in my grandson's
bed. I whispered if everything was okay and she said no, some one came in the house.
So she comes downstairs with me and she tells me that about 30 minutes before I got up (around 4 am) the side door downstairs (which is directly below
my daughter's room) had opened and shut and she heard some one walk across the living room floor. She said when she heard the door open and shut and
the footsteps, she was waiting for someone to come upstairs, but they never did and she didn't hear anymore footsteps after that. It scared her and
she ran in the other bedroom and the two kids were sitting there wide-eyed and she asked, Did you hear that? And they whispered, yes, who is it?
They had all been too scared to go downstairs to check and had spent the next 30 minutes just scared crapless.
Springer never goes to bed without locking the side door...NEVER. So I immediately went over to the side door to check it, and it was locked. I
asked her how she knew it was this particular door that she heard and she said - because it squeaks when it opens and closes and when it closed the
wall shook in my room. The dining room portion of the dining room/living room is directly below my daughter's bedroom, so if the door is shut
forcefully enough (not really slamming, but just shut firmly) the vibration of the door closing will travel up the wall above it in my daughter's
room. To be quite honest I don't guess I had noticed the hinges squeaked on the door...it's one of those white noises I guess you just get used to
and don't notice. I unlocked the door and swung the door open and closed, and the hinges squeaked, and I said, is that what you heard? And she
nodded her head, yes...big-eyed still. lol
Okay, so I kind of set that account aside because it was for young kids who were here in the first place to be scared.
Springer and I were gone for a week - from July 5th arriving back home on July 13th. My daughter and my granddaughter came and house-sit for us while
we were away, and is currently still staying with us because my son-in-law is deployed on training right now. The evening of Wednesday the 13th I was
just visiting with my daughter and catching up on things, and all of a sudden my daughter says, OH! A couple of things happened while you were gone.
I asked her what? (Bear in mind that I have repeatedly said now that whatever is here seems to become active when my daughter is here....but since
she has moved out there has been - as you can see by reading the past 2 years of sparse updates - almost no activity.)
She said that one night her and the baby were asleep in our bedroom (we had them sleeping in there so that the other half of the upstairs didn't have
to be cooled while we were gone, that and our bed is more comfortable) and she was awakened by the sound of kid running up and down the stairs. I
asked, how do you know it was a kid? She said, it sounded just like when my 10-year-old grandson runs up and downstairs. (If any of you have a
10-year-old boy and stairs, you know exactly what she means. We are constantly having to get on to my grandson when he is here because 1 - he can't
walk up or down the stairs, he seems to only be able to go in run mode, and 2 - it's like his feet are made of lead. stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp
real fast.) Anyway, she followed this up with...it was just a lot faster than an adult and said "I couldn't go up and down the stairs that fast".
She said it continued several times after waking her up, and it was loud enough that she was waiting for it to wake the baby up, but it didn't.
So she goes on. Since she now lives an hour and a half away, she had asked me before we left if it was okay if she had a high school girlfriend down
for a couple of nights while she was here so they could catch up and spend time together. I told her sure. So a couple of nights later her friend
came down and spent two nights. On the first night her friend fell asleep on the couch. Please remember the set up of the house:
Our bed is directly above the couch. Both are against the north wall of the staircase. The couch is still in the same position that it was in 8
years ago when my son and his best friend had heard "the me" crying in the stairwell. BUT, the change now, is that we completely pulled the old
narrow steep staircase out, widened the stairwell and rebuilt the stairs ourselves and they are now turned 180 degrees from what they used to be. So
instead of heading east when you go upstairs and coming out on the second floor next to the east wall of the house, you head west going upstairs and
come out on a landing at the center of the upstairs.
The next day her friend (not knowing about my daughter's experience a couple of days before) says to my daughter, Man, last night I kept waking up to
the sound of someone running up and down the stairs last night. Were you coming downstairs a lot or something? And my daughter said, no, that she
hadn't come downstairs any after she went to bed. My daughter chose NOT to tell her about what had happened two nights before because her friend
gets freaked out pretty easily and she wanted her to stay and was afraid she wouldn't. My daughter instead replied with "well, that's crazy!" and
just tried to blow it off to her friend.
I asked my daughter if she could tell whether the sound matched the way the stairs used to be, or the way they are now...in other words, did it sound
like someone was running upstairs to the east? (the old way) or upstairs to the west? (the new way). She agreed she wished she could tell me because
that would be an interest, but said that at the time she really didn't try to pay attention.
Now, the last incident to occur has happened since we returned home. No one was around at the time except my daughter and my granddaughter. My
daughter was sitting in the kitchen because my granddaughter had crawled in there. She was sitting in a kitchen chair facing toward the east so that
she could watch my granddaughter and see the TV also. My granddaughter has a pink rubbery air-filled ball. It's not one of those that is big and
taut. It is about 6 inches in diameter, made of the thick rubbery stuff and is like an under-inflated soccer ball, if you will. The ball was in the
living room, on the floor at the end of the love seat, in clear view of my daughter.
All of a sudden the ball starts rolling west (toward the dining room), makes a turn to the south (toward the kitchen), rolls OVER THE FLOOR FURNACE
GRATE (which is a slight bump UP!), across the floor furnace into the kitchen and toward my granddaughter! O_O My granddaughter had been sitting at
the south end of the kitchen, by the refrigerator, and she saw the ball rolling so she starts crawling to it and smiling. The ball stops just
slightly south of my daughter, but in front of her and by that time my granddaughter had "met up" with it and started playing with it.
Crazy stuff...huh? Here is a graphic for the ball path.