avalonmist's blog: "Stories"

Growing up in a big house you always here the occassional ghost story. In our family there was the old man that died upstairs in the old part of the house. My mom and dad would tell us stories that the old dresser that was in the room was strange. We were always interested wanting to hear more so we would pester my mom until she would explain. She would tell us that she would put her wedding ring on the dresser then leave the room for something come back it would be gone. Concerned she would look under the dresser, behind it, and look on the sides of it... nothing. She would become worried that she had lost the ring. She would look around the room floor to see if it might have rolled off the dresser. When looking up the ring was staring at her from the dresser top right where she had put it. She stopped putting things on the dresser. My father told us of him placing his wallet having the same experience with his wallet disappearing and then reappearing on the dresser. He stopped placing his wallet on the dresser. I remember our cousin coming over we didn't like him told him of the ghost in the upper room. He would go up the staircase we would run under the staircase closet make creepy sounds until he left the house running. We would laugh until we cried on that one. 

Many years later when I got married my husband with my stepchildren with my newborn son moved into a house my parents bought us. I knew the people who had owned it. I had even worked at the sheriff's department got the 911 call that the wife was having a heart attack in which she passed the next day. He followed suit, I think out of grief. The wife had baby sat us when we were kids like extra grandparents. The first couple of days were strange in the house. Both my husband and I heard baby crying, we would check my newborn.. was sound asleep. We didn't talk to each other about what we were experiencing until I mentioned it to my mother. Then my husband spoke up about it telling me that he had heard baby crying and footsteps in the hallway. I had heard them to had jumped and looked up to make sure no one was in the house that wasn't supposed to be, but no one was there. Neither one of us wanted the other to think each other was crazy at the time so we never told each other. After my husband and I separated and divorced a year later, it kind of died down for a bit. Then months later, there were two large explosions with sparks outside my window consecutive nights. I called my dad worried that a breaker had blown was catching on fire, trying  to be logical about it. The house was wood. I didn't want a fire to burn the house down around us. My dad came with a flashlight checked outside. He told me there was no burn marks are darkness from an explosion or spark. I have to admit I looked at him like he was crazy, and I got onto him when he started laughing that he needed to check again because it was big enough I could see the sparks through the window. He looked again showed me there was nothing. I got this tingling feeling that something was messing with me. I got a feeling that maybe this was not something that was logical. I talked to my mom about it. She asked me if I wanted to move out of the house if I thought it might be haunted. I am very stubborn was determined that nothing was going to run me out of my home. The weirdness for me at least ended a night in summer. It was late I woke up suddenly to see the breathe come out of my mouth like in winter when you talk it looks like you have been smoking. I noticed the windows fogged up. I am not scared of almost anything, but I have to say if I had a gun it had been a real figure .. I would have shot it in fear. I was still laying down a gray mass came over the bed. My only thought was to say you have passed on, you need to move on. I pulled the covers a little tighter said we are a family now we will take care of the house. Like an instant, everything cleared up. I might not believe in ghosts, but I covered my basis just in case. I felt a calming effect after it happened. I went on to sleep if you can believe it. A couple of years later when my son was four , he scared me by telling me that he wanted me to meet a lady. I thought intruder somebody is in my house without permission. I jumped up from my room looking at my son in the hallway he was standing alone. I told him that no one was there. He told me they were standing right next to him. I asked him to describe them. He told me a lady with a dress with black hair that was put up in a bun. Now I know about imaginary friends usually it is a child figure or an imaginary animal. I had a imaginary animal called bluto. He was talking about an adult figure though which puzzled me some. A couple of minutes later he came to my door telling me that he wanted me to meet this man. I really jumped up then on instinct. Again no one was there. I asked my son what the man looked like. He told me dark hair, brown eyes, and a gray suit with black shoes. I kind of lost a little of my calm then, but I told him gently to go play in his room. I crept down the hallway because I didn't want to let my son know I was checking on him. I just had this curious feeling come over me that I needed to see what he was doing. I leaned against the frame of the door looked in. He was sitting on the edge of the bed talking to someone that was not there. He had his head tilted upward as if he was talking to someone tall had to look up at them. I backed out of the door frame slowly. I have left it alone for a while. After a couple of years, Hurricane Ike tore the house up to the point we could not live in it anymore, and we moved into an apartment in town. We have lived in the apartment going on four years now.  

The story does not end there though, this year has been hard for my son who is ten now. I had a friend of mine sit with him while I took another friend to work. I stayed up where she worked so not to have to drive alot spend alot on gas. That night though my friend, who was watching my son, called me told me to come pick up dillan. I told my friend ok, I was on my way. I just had to make another trip that night to pick up my friend from work, my son comes first in everything. When I came to pick him up he seemed to be acting strange. I asked him if he was ok. He told me that he didn't feel well. So I took him home gave him medicine. My friend told me later at my apartment that my son was organizing music sheets with her for church, and he let out a screem pointed to the mirror. My friend told me that he told her that a hooded figure had passed by her mirror. She told me that she got him to talk to her about it, and apparently he had been seeing this figure since he was little, and that it keeps getting closer each time to him. I told her that I would talk to him about it. I sat him down with another friend of mine brought up the subject. I asked him how many times had he seen the figure and where. He told me at the apartment, at his grandparents, and sometimes at friends houses. I asked him what the figure looked like. He told me that the face was black hair, solid black eyes, pale skin, with a hooded coat that was black, and black boots. I asked him where in the apartment had he seen the figure. He told me that it had passed the bathroom door when it was open while he was taking a bath. I started realizing at ten he was still scared to have the light off in his room to the point even the closet light wasn't good enough for him. I have tried to get him to sleep in his room prior to this he goes into hysterics so I would leave it alone. I asked him was that the reason he was scared to stay in his room. He told me there were dark figures in his room. He started crying telling me he was scared. I told him that I would find a way to ease his mind give him some protection. I bought him a Saint Christopher's metal. He wears it now all the time. I am not going to amplify his fear , but give him some comfort that he can look to God for help. I don't know if this is something that runs in the family. I had a dream when I was twenty-five about a figure that was close to his description, but it was only one time. I think that what scared me the most if it was something that was following. I talked to a college professor about it that does studies like this. She told me that he was most likely a medium as alot of small children are starting to documented at such. What he is seeing won't hurt him, but will try to scare him. 

So far things have been ok except he won't still sleep in his room. When I suggest it he starts to cry. My son has no mental problems , and in fact was recognized by the governor for his academics. He is a sweet child, and I haven't had any behavioral problems with him. Other than the happenings, he is a happy and loving child. Whether you want to believe what I have written is totally up to the reader. I have no reason to fabricate anything on here. It just a story of what happened and the possibilty of what is.