posted on Nov, 5 2007 @ 02:20 AM
When I was young, 5 yrs. old to be exact, My family moved into a new (to us) house. I never have checked into the history of the place, and don't
really care to, to tell the truth. All I know is this place changed my perspective on life forever. My mother, having some extra sensory abilities
passed on to her from my grandmother, and I, often bore the brunt of the things that happened in the house.
My Grandmother told me once: "Be careful chasing the darker things in life for they, too, may be hunting you". This is good, sage advice that I
have respected and followed all my years. She believed that negative visualization was even more powerful than positive, so she made the rest of the
family aware of her experiences in an effort to keep us from unwittingly causing harm to ourselves or others.
Anyway, back to the house... my bedroom, and my parents, were on the 2nd floor. I would occasionally catch a glimpse of a dark figure standing
just outside the threshold of my door. At first I thought it was one of my parents checking up on me, but when I would go to see, there was no-one
there. We had a large wooden staircase that led down to the ground floor, so if someone was up there and went downstairs, I would have heard their
footsteps on the bare wooden stair treads. There was always invariably nobody else up there.
Another incident involved a dark shadow that would move across the frosted glass just below my bedroom window. There were no trees or anything
else outside to cast such a shadow, so I know that it was something more. I got a rather good look at this "entity" on numerous occasions...no
corner of the eye for this one. To me it resembled the top half, perhaps chest high and up, of a (man) wearing a fedora or similar type hat and an
upturned collar. Because of these details, I would come to refer to it as "The Spy". Visitations from "The Spy" were almost a daily occurence at
that point.
One day when I returned home from school, I went upstairs to find that my large closet (wardrobe) containing all my toys was turned 180 degrees
to face the wall. Mum and I tried to turn it back, but it was too heavy. My dad had to fix it when he got home. Good old Dad always tried to downplay
these events, but something that occured on various nights deeply disturbed him.
I would apparently walk out of my room (I say apparently as I have no recollection of this myself, and can only assume I was sleepwalking which
I'd never done before or since), down the hall past their room, kneel on the top landing of the stairs, and slowly clap my hands while looking
downstairs. This did not make Dad happy.
He would also become the unwilling participant of a game of "lights on, lights off". Just as he would climb into bed, the bedroom light would
come on. He'd get up and turn it off again, and as soon as he got back into bed...lights on. Now we probably could have dealt with these minor
"disturbances", but what was in store for my mother changed all that.
One day while I was at school and Dad was at work, Mum was sitting alone downstairs watching T.V. She heard a thumping noise from upstairs, but
decided in light of recent events to ignore it. Does anyone remember the old bouncy balls with the handles that you could sit on and bounce around?
Well I had one of these. As Mum sat there innocently watching her program, this ball came bouncing into the living room and right up on the couch
beside her poor terrified self. Now to appreciate the gravity of this situation, you need to know a little about the layout of the house. The ball
would have had to bounce around from the far side of my bed, or over it, out into the hallway, turned 90 degrees, bounced down the hallway past my
parents room, turned 90 degrees and bounced down the stairs, hung another 90 right at the bottom, or it would have gone to the front door, come into
the living room (about 20 feet), then pulled a 180 degree turn and still had enough energy