When I was a child of elementary school age, I would stay at my grandma’s house every weekend. It was my absolute favorite place to be as a kid because, to me, it always seemed completely steeped in strangeness. Grandma R was a weird, sweet lady who was incredibly spiritual and dabbled in Wicca every so often - I remember she used to do things like wash my hair in rainwater and chant to the full moon. My mom thought she was completely mental, but I loved her and loved staying with her because it made me feel magical.
My family and I moved into a large two-story pink town home in the middle of a pleasant neighborhood. We had been there for a few months and everything seemed fine but the home had a kind of darkness to it that made me uneasy. I had recently been on a binge of eating rainbow sherbet so every night I would grab one of the individual cups it came in then go up to my room except one night the atmosphere seemed dense and I felt eyes watching me.
When I was the young age of 7 years old, after crying constantly and living in fear of these “shadow” figures I would see ..my mom took me to get my eye sight checked, had perfect vision…nothing. when my mom couldn’t help me find a logical reason behind what I was seeing, she made me talk to a pastor from Calvery Chapel Costa Mesa after the service.
When I was younger, I slept in a different room from the one I occupy now. This came about when over the course of about two weeks in the summer, I had heard noises of construction on the part of the roof above me. Every night, I would hear the sounds of hammering and drilling, and quiet footsteps.
So last year for Christmas my uncle sent my dad a book on the mafia.The wrapping paper looked old and sort of like it had been in storage for a while. Considering my uncle and aunt are notorious for re-gifting and giving odd gifts, this wasn’t surprising.
Recently, my town (a city in Northern Kentucky, just across the river from Cincinnati, Ohio) started “ghost tours” during the month of October. Until the late 1950s, my city used to be full of gangsters, mafia, and gamblers, so there were plenty of murders, suicides, and other weird happenings going on to ensure a history full of tragedy.
Last month, my wife, my parents and I went on this particular walk that consisted of walking around a few blocks of the city, looking at old buildings and listening to stories that took place at these locations. My parents grew up on one particular street that was included in the walk, so they were able to verify most of the stories for us. When we got in front of the building my mom grew up in, the woman guiding the tour told us a really creepy story that I’ve been trying to verify for over a month now, but I can’t seem to find any information online about it. Maybe one of your followers will know more about it.
I have a friend who’s really rich. She lives in this huge old farmhouse in a rural area, surrounded by woods and fields: it’s really pretty, but even as a child, I always felt like something was off in her house. Up until recently I’ve chalked it up to the fact that we used to watch a lot of scary movies in her den and cry and sprint to her room on sleepovers, and I’ve just had a scary association. But now I’m thinking it might be something more than just that.