A Call in the Night
In 2002 my mother in law suffered a stroke (she passed away in 2018). We never had a very close relationship, but there was mutual respect. The summer following her stroke I went to stay with her during the week, since my job was off for the summer (and my brother-in-law & his wife, who were also off for the summer, camped the months of July and August - but that is a whole other issue & story).
Her house was creepy to put it mildly. No air conditioning and of course it was July so very very hot. I was "sleeping" upstairs while her bed was downstairs in the spare room. I had all the windows upstairs open to try to catch a cross breeze. I would drag the phone upstairs so I could talk to my kids, hubby and best friend after I got her settled. I had a TV, VCR and movies to keep me company, but I did a lot of reading. I walked to library every other day while she was at her day "camp". But no matter what I was doing I always felt as if someone was watching me. It always felt heavy in that house.
One day when I was approaching the house after a trip to the library and I swear I saw someone moving in an upstairs window. I always locked up the house and made sure all the windows were closed and locked because the neighborhood was a little sketchy. I unlocked the door to the porch and grabbed ther baseball bat I kept there. I unlocked the house door and crept inside (although as old as the house was it creaked and groaned with each step). I went through all the rooms downstairs and made my way to the stairs. I was avoiding looking in the basement cuz it was yucky down there. I did check to make sure the bar I had across the basement door was in place & it was.
I slowly climbed the stair to the top floor. I checked the trap door to the attic space & it was closed. It was too high to reach without a ladder and there was nothing under it. I quickly went through the two bedrooms & there was no one there. I shook my head and went back downstairs to make some lunch and read on the front porch. As I was making my sandwich I hear creaks above my head as if someone was walking around upstairs. I ran back upstairs with my bat and again - no one.
I called my hubby at work and asked him to stop by on his way home. He was happy to do it & said he would pick up a pizza for dinner. My MIL got home about 3:30 in the afternoon. She showed the crafts they did as I made her coffee and put together a fruit plate for her. Again the footsteps upstairs. I glanced at my MIL as she had stopped talking and appeared to be listening. I asked if something was wrong and she shook her head and started drinking her coffee and spooning fruit into her mouth.
By the time my hubby arrived with pizza in hand I had heard numerous bangs and bumps from upstairs. I told him what I was hearing and to humor me he went through the house - top to bottom. There was nothing to see. He said it could be mice & I said they must be wearing work boots. He laughed and helped me get his mother to bed.
9 PM - still light outside, but I had to go upstairs to relax since my MIL couldn't sleep unless she knew all the doors and windows were locked. I was watching a movie and trying to relax. A nice breeze went through the house. I began to doze when I heard my name being called... Of course I thought it was my MIL. So I headed downstairs & when I reached her room I could hear her snoring. I looked in on her closely & she was definitely asleep. I never knew her to talk in her sleep so I was perplexed, then I heard my name called again - this time from the kitchen. I slowly turned, grabbed a cane from next to the door and walked to the kitchen & flipped on the lights. Nothing. I then heard it from the upstairs. I know I had turned the TV off. Then I thought maybe someone is calling from outside to spook me - I went out onto the porch - no one out front. Went to the back door - no one out back. When I came back inside I heard laughter from upstairs. Deep, guttural laughter.
I slept in the recliner in the living room from then on & blocked the door to the upstairs. My sister-in-law spent the weekends taking care of her mother so when she arrived that Friday I was more than ready to go home. She looked at the blocked upstairs door and said, "You too? I never sleep when I am here." Neither my hubby or their other brother ever hear anything when they stayed there. As frightened as I was I was back down there on Monday morning to relieve my 2nd BIL (not the one that camped all summer). As I said I did not sleep upstairs again, in fact I rarely slept at all.
The good thing that came out of that whole summer was my MIL and I grew closer.
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