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.
RULES:
No politics
No judgments (no calling someone's story hogwash)
If you don't believe - don't join
All in the name of fun
RULES:
No politics
No judgments (no calling someone's story hogwash)
If you don't believe - don't join
All in the name of fun
Creepy story, but I'm glad you and your MIL became closer
It was sad when she passed. There was so much that could have been done. Hubby and I were even looking for a house with an in-law so she could move with us, but before we could find one my one SIL (not the one that spent weekends with her) moved her into a nursing home & she was gone in 5 months. I felt so bad about that. And the worst thing was they did it behind hubby's back - didn't tell him until he found her house empty (by that time we lived an hour away - and he only got down 1 or 2 times a month).
As I have had three para normal experiences, I would have jumped at the chance to stay there. I embrace the possibility of those kind of encounters.
I normally love the creepy, but it knew my name and the laughter did not sound friendly.
My sister and I have explored many haunted places & are staying in 2 B&Bs that are supposed to be haunted this summer.
We have been to Waverly Hills, the Hinsdale House, different cemeteries, Dunkirk Lighthouse, Lilly Dale, St. Augustine Lighthouse, and different haunted places in Salem. Love the spooky, but not when it calls my name.
I want a spirit to call me by my name and not "Hey you!" I am weird like that.
You are braver than I. I would prefer a generic "hey you".
I would then try to find out how he/she knew my name. I love a good mystery and solving it.
Definitely braver than I.
Well, that sure will make one a bit jumpy, won't it?
Slightly.
Made me think of one of my favorite movies.
I've had several bizarre experiences. The one that got me the most... showing my age here a bit...happened around 30 years ago when I was around 12. We lived in an old house, just on the outskirts of town. Closest neighbor was at least 1/2 a mile away.
My parents wanted to take a little day trip to the zoo, or something. I did not want to go, so I stayed home alone. (My plan backfired on me, as I planned to have a buddy over but that fell through) No worries though, as I had several fishing holes I planned on hitting throughout the day, which I did. My parents said they were going to be home at around 5:00 p.m. I timed my day to be back at the house around the same time.
When I got to the house, they were still not home. I took a shower, and made my way to the living room to watch tv and wait on them. Our dining room was on the NW side of the house, and opened up to the living room on the NE. The kitchen sat just South of the dining room. The three rooms basically made a lower case "R". East of the kitchen was the hallway to the rest of the house. You could access the kitchen via hallway door on the South side, or through the dining room. As I made my way down the hall, to the living room, passing the hallway kitchen door, I glanced into the kitchen. From my perspective, you could see through the kitchen, and roughly half of the dining room on the West side. It was just a glance, but, in that short glance, I saw what appeared to be a person standing in the dining room, and looking at my mother's china cabinet. Full body, dark figure, silhouetted against the white walls. I stopped after I passed the door, now freaked out, because there is someone in the house. I took a step back, and peaked around the kitchen door again...nothing there. Now I am anticipating seeing someone coming around the other way, down the hallway from the living room. I stood in doorway, waiting to see which way the person went, so I could make my way the other. Nothing. No sounds, nobody, for 5 minutes. I finally decide that I am seeing things, and head to the living room.
At this point, it is around 6:00 p.m. No sign of my parents. I turn on the living room tv, and sit back in a chair situated right at the hallway, which would be the SW corner of the living room. The Front door was at the SE corner, and faced the South, to the front porch. Our TV sat in the NE corner. I watched tv for around an hour, and had pretty much forgotten about the thing I had, or had not, previously seen. My cat was on the arm of the chair, which probably helped me relax. It wasn't uncommon to hear animals rustling around outside, or under the house, and you heard it so often, you either knew immediately what the sound was or paid no attention to it. However, while sitting there, I heard an odd sound at the front door. It wasn't a full, heavy knock on the door, but it was enough to make me think that someone lightly knocked on the front door. The odd thing about it was the fact that we had an old metal storm door, that would have had to been open for someone to knock on the wood door. The storm door squeaked loudly when it was opened, and I had definitely not heard that. Now, back on alert, I sit in the chair, eyes fixed toward the front door. My cat also heard the "knocking" and is also looking that direction. As I watch, I see, what I can only describe as, a ball of light pass through the door. Rough guess, but I'd say it was 18" in diameter. Now, basically frozen in fear, I watch as the ball moves through the living room. I look at my cat, who is tracking the same thing I am. We both track the ball as it passes by the chair we are sitting in, and moves South, down the hallway.
At this point, again, I am pretty much freaking out, but frozen in place. My cat said "to hell with it" and ran off somewhere. I sat there listening, while thumping and rustling occurred behind me, in the back of the house. I'm not sure how long I sat there...seemed like hours...but I finally got thawed enough to sprint out of the house. Once outside, I ran about 100 yards out into the field behind the house, and sat for about 2 hours, waiting on my parents. When I saw the headlights coming up the drive, I made my way back to the house. I didn't tell them what I had experienced that night, because I didn't want to hear my dad rib me about being a chicken. I told my mom a year or so later, and she told me that she had a very similar experience with the ball of light. I can tell you that I have no interest in staying in a haunted house. That scared the shit out of me, and especially after hearing that my mom had a similar experience.
Real experience, or the mind of a boy running wild...I don't know. Last time I stayed by myself in that house though.
That was creepy. I think I would have taken my chances outside too.
Thanks for the story.
Your cat was pretty smart.
After reading your story, I find that hard to believe. You went outside to investigate. I went outside to get the hell outa there. I was a kid, but I'm not sure it'd be different today.
But I never slept upstairs again. I went outside because it was my job to keep my ill MIL safe. And I was and am an OLD lady.
She was a good cat, and probably my favorite...siamese, or seal point...I don't know these things. I'm a cat person, but I've never bothered to understand the differences. She loved me, and was very protective of me, with exception to that occasion, in which I guess she was basically saying, "you're on your own buddy."
I would have left my best friend behind, too
If something called my name...I'm not sure you could get me to drive down the road the place sits on again.
And, just so nobody gets the wrong idea, by cat person, I don't mean this:
I think you would stay if someone was depending on you.
I love cats, but damn that is way too many.
You know she has one or two cats that get to wonder around the house, and think their shit doesn't stink.
When we all know all cat shit stinks.
Have you checked the children....
Have you checked the MIL?????
It made me think of that old movie.
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The call is coming from inside the house!
I figured. I watch that movie at least once a year.
I always thought, the poor kids are dead and she never once checked on them...
Yea, not a very good babysitter. I usually checked on the kids I was sitting every hour or so, make sure none were sneaking around trying to scare the shit out of me.
That movie was loosely based on the murder of Janett Christman in the 1950s.
A good movie is The Others. I normally can't stand Nicolle Kidman, but she did a great job in it.
I love the Others. Spooooky.
It had a terrrific ending
Caught me off guard.
The photo books of the dead were a real thing back then.
Have you ever watched "The Shuttered Room"? 1967 movie - one that is very difficult to find.
I know - creepy, right? My sister and I were antiquing and came across some of these types of pics & she said "Don't they look odd?" I said "Cuz they are dead." Then I had to explain t her the practice of photographing the dead. She was not happy with me after that.
No I haven't. That's one of the things Hollywood used to back in the 60's...make good horror movies
Yes, they did. No brain splatter - just scary. It was very creepy, but like I said I can't get it anywhere - not even to buy. Just like the original "Don't Be Afraid of The Dark" (1973) with Jim Hutton & Kim Darby. Can't watch it anywhere and can't buy it anywhere.
I remember "Don't Be Afraid"...that was a good one
Yea - love the spookies.... "Let's Scare Jessica to Death" Another good one.
There is another one.....Freaks.
I have had a couple of odd experiences over the years. When I was a young girl my Parents and I went to Independence MO to visit my Maternal Grandparents. On your way back we promised to stop in and say hello to an Aunt and Uncle I had never met before. As we drove along the highway I was just looking out the car window at the local sights. My Parents were trying to figure out where the Aunt and Uncle lived, as they were dairy farmers, as were many others in the area. I suddenly noticed a farm house in the distance and simply said it's that one and pointed to the farm house. My Mother looked at me kind of unsure and asked, "How do you know it is that one." and I just looked over at the house and said, "that's where they live".
Not being sure of who might live there, my Father decided to drive to the house if for no other reason than to ask if the people who lived there know the Aunt and Uncle we were trying to find. When we pulled up to the house a lady came out and recognized my Mother. Lots of hugs and greetings. My Mother said they weren't sure if they lived there. And I said "I told you they did," and both women looked at me with an askance look. My Mother said, "How did you know this is where they lived, you've never been here before, nor met your Aunt and Uncle before?" I just shrugged and said, "I just knew." and walked toward the house.
My Mother asked where I was going and I said to the bathroom, as witch point the Aunt said she would show me where it was. I just calmly said, "That's OK, I know where it is. And I like the picture of the old windmill hanging on the wall there." No totally confused they both followed me into the house and in to the bathroom, without saying a word. As I had said, there was indeed a picture of an old windmill hanging on the wall. While I was walking out of the bathroom with them both following, I asked if I could see hold the beautiful doll with gold hair and blue eyes sitting on a bed upstairs in the room with the pink walls and flower curtains. The looked as me in what was beginning to look like unease. So getting permission I led them up the stairs and to the room I envisioned, where indeed there was a beautiful doll sitting on the bed, with blond hair and blue eyes, and the walls were pink with flowers.
After holding the doll for a few minutes, I asked the Aunt, "Is her name Misty?" The Aunt looked at me in a daze...then wide eyed at my Mother. The Aunt answered, "Why yes, how do you know her name?" I just shrugged and said, "She just looks like a Misty." The I put the doll back on the bed in the same way she was. Then we headed back down the stairs and Mother and Aunt began to prepare some snacks before we left. While they were working I asked if I could go out and pet Pepper, their dog. I had never heard the dog bark or seen him before, so Auntie was stunned that I knew his name. She gave the OK and I went out in the back yard and met with Pepper, who greeted me as I knew him well. I started to play with Pepper as if we were old playmates, and the Aunt was astonished at how well we got along. It was getting to be too much for poor Auntie and my Mother decided that we needed to go ahead and leave.
My Parents were in a state of disbelief as my Mother related what happened when he asked my Mother why we left so soon and she calmly told him all that happened. My Father started to get a bit curious then as well. When he asked me about how I knew all the things that had happened I just said that I just knew, that's all. We never spoke of it again, and we never went there again. When I grew older and remembered that event I made me curious as to how I just knew all that was there in that house and where, since I had never been there before nor ever met that Aunt and Uncle before.
I related that event to Krishna some time ago and he had a word for it, which I can't remember right now.
I have to go out for a while so I will post my other stories when I return.
As promised.....here is another very weird and tragic event in my life...
I was living with my Parents after just moving from Los Angeles CA to Chula Vista CA, a small city just south of San Diego CA. One night while sleeping I was jolted out of my sleep by the sounds of a woman screaming, a scream like she was in dire pain and full of extreme fear. She screamed 4 times, and each time my heart jumped. My Parents house was next to a grade school play ground and was separated by a chain link fence and lined with tall hedges and sugar cane along the way.
After hearing the 2nd scream I ran out the back door and crowded in between the hedges to see what was going on in the play ground, and why a woman was screaming so terrifyingly. I heard the 3rd scream as I stood looking at the playground, and it sounded as if it as right in front of me. But, I couldn't see anyone anywhere. I ran back in the house and woke my Mother and as she put on her robe I heard the 4th scream. I asked her if she heard the women scream. She looked at me quizzically and said, "What scream? I didn't hear any woman scream." I took her out in the backyard and asked her again if she heard anything and she said no. We went back inside and I went back to bed.
Two days later as I was driving to work I heard on the news that a young woman had been found gang raped, bound and gagged and severely beaten to death in the back end of the school play ground. With her being gagged I wondered how I could have heard her scream. While it was a very tragic, it was also very unnerving. Why was it that I could her the woman scream when she was gagged, and no one else could hear the screams.
It really unnerved me for some time.
Morning Raven... that would be extremely unnerving...seems you are very much intune with the spirit world and at times it can be a blessing or a curse I guess.
About the only experience I have had was when my uncle passed away 18 years ago. I was extremely close to him. He had cancer and his time was near. But we were told a few days away etc.
I was drifting off to sleep it was 11.40pm when I was jolted out of my sleep so hard I actually cricked my neck. It was like an electric bolt going through my body.
I was wide awake thinking what the heck was that about when the phone rang. It was my aunt and before she could say anything, I just said he has gone hasn't he...and he had.
To this day I am sure it was my uncle letting me know he no longer walked this earth and he was now out of pain...I miss him alot...
I have been told that by several people, others say I have precognition. The thing is, I have never had any such events regrading any of my own family members. Except with the one Aunt and Uncle. And I am very grateful for that.
It is those times like you describe that really are hard to deal with. I still have those times, but, while they still unnerve me, they do not devastate me as they used to. I just don't know why I have this ability.
There was an incident several years ago where I moved into this older house and it looked and felt very comfortable. I lived there alone and never felt afraid.
One day I needed to find an agreement that I had signed a few years before, so I got the small lock box I had put the paper in. I took it out one morning to take to as meeting and left the lock box on the bed. When I got back home the lock box was gone, just the imprint in the bedspread where it has sat. I had the locks on the doors changed when I moved it so that no one else could get in that might have an old key, so I know no one could get in without me.
The lock box had been missing for a few months and I had pretty much forgotten about it. Then one day as I walked out of the bathroom after a shower, the lock box was back on the bed. Exactly in the spot where it had been before. It was still locked as I had left it, but, I opened it to see if anything was missing. There was no money or jewels in it, just papers and they were all accounted for.
I never could figure out what happened that it disappeared, or how it suddenly returned. That was unnerving and I moved out of the house. Just in case.
Sometimes we hear with more than our ears, we see with more than our eyes and we scream with more than our mouths.
I would have been horrified if I had that experience. I have a hard time when I have what my hubby calls my "death" dreams.
After I had settled into my own home I went to visit my Parents one weekend to celebrate their wedding anniversary. That evening as I was preparing for bed I heard a young child screaming as if they were in extreme pain, it was from deep in their chest and and the agony shook me to my feet. As I was recovering from the first scream I heard another one, and this time is was more than heartbreaking, it was very scary. I walked out of the bathroom and looked around to see if anyone else had heard the screams, but, no one seemed to have heard it. So I went off to bed. As I got settled in bed I heard another scream, this time it was cut short, as if the sound had been turned off, and there was nothing but silence.
The next morning we heard on the news that a 4 y/o child had been found scalded to death in water so hot her skin simply melted off her body.
This was so horrific I could not really emotionally or mentally deal with it. I burst into tears and just couldn't stop sobbing. My Mother asked me what happened and I told her the story. I asked her why I was able to hear the screams when no one else could. Why could I not help them.
There was a story in the newspapers a few days later and on the TV news about the incident. Every time someone talked about it I would talk about it I would fall into tears. I felt so guilty for not being able to help the child. The screams have haunted me ever since.
Here is the one of the many Newspaper stories on what happened, and what happened to the ones who killed her so brutally and horrifically.
....I do hope the death sentence was carried out in this case...
They were. And there were people outside the area where they took place and they cheered when there were told the executions had been carried out.
I feel pain of others (mental & physical pain). Sometimes it makes me weak. I feel this with humans as well as non-human animals. It can be debilitating at times.
I can well imagine it is exhausting to bear the pain and suffering of others. Bad enough to endure that of your own body. But, I can read their aura, which can tell me a lot about the person or animal. The poor animals in today's world are losing their natural habitats due to Man's invasion and usurpation of them for their own personal use, or for their own greed. When the animals try to defend and/or protect their habitat against the human invaders they are most often killed off.
To feel their hurt, confusion, and anger over being shoved out of their own habitat is very difficult, yet, understandable..
My friend has helped me with this. She has taught me how to shutter when I need to and to move "things" on when I can. It has helped a lot for my state of mind and for my peace of mind.
I'm glad that you have found a way to help you deal with the way you connect with others. I have not found that yet, but, hopefully one day I will.
It is difficult for me because I want to help, but sometimes it is just too much.
I can't access the link because you either have to allow ads or subscribe. I am probably familiar with the case.
Ineresting reads, but I've never had, that I can recall, a paranormal experience.
Being a shapeshifter I've had many paranormal experiences.
What shape have you shifted into lately Kavika?
Gad Zooks!!! That would scare even Stone Hand!!! (hee hee hee)
You're hair has grown longer since the last time I saw it.
The last time I shape shifted I looked like this....
But, then I woke up.... (sigh)
Almost as scary as Windigo - glad I'm on the other side of the world.
LOL
I do not know why some people do and some people do not. It is just a thing I have learned to live with.
My mom and sister have both said they've heard footsteps in my parents' attic. It's an unfinished attic, with plywood only around the entrance, and just rafters through the rest of the attic, so even if someone could get access, it would be difficult to walk. Both said it started in the bedrooms toward the end of the house and followed them to the other end, where the living room is. My sis said it sounded like a man walking in hard-soled shoes.
I heard all kinds of noises in the house I grew up in, but the house I have now seems to be free & clear of any unsettled energy. Of course I do cleansing every Sabbat.
I have always had an affinity with animals. I have been around horses all my life, and I learned to ride with I was 3 y/o. Even horses that people say are biters or kickers don't act that way with me. When I meet a horse that I have never met before I always go with a goody in hand and talk to hem in a way that puts them at ease.
I have never been afraid of horses and have never been bit or kicked by any of them, no matter how mean people say they are. No horse is naturally mean, it is the people around them who make them that way. And I can calm a horse that is acting up with someone else. They want to make eye contact with you, and if you don't make eye contact with them they will sometimes shy away from you.
I have had this ability with not only horses, but, with other types of animals as well. It is something that I truly love, as getting along well with animals is what makes me very happy.
I love animals (insects are a different matter). As close as I can get to some though brings with it a downside. I do feel their emotions and physical pain at times. I have learned to shutter that a little after an experience that totally threw me for a loop. A medium friend of mine helped me through it and I haven't had an experience like that again.
You can tell a lot about an animal by looking them in the eye. The only things I won't personally deal with are snakes and spiders. It is not that I fear them, I just can't understand their actions or what their reaction to me is. Even if they are not threating I give them their space, so I don't make a wrong move that would harm them, or frighten them.
You know... it's funny. I have NOT been around horses my entire life, but for some reason anytime I'm around them, there seems to be a connection. The last time I rode, my husband and I were camping at Tahquamenon Falls campground. There was a horse farm nearby and we decided to go for a horseback ride. They had us fill out a long questionnaire regarding our past experiences, our familiarity, our comfortability with horses, etc. There were a TON of questions. I'm good with that, because they wanted to place us with the RIGHT horse [personality wise / matching ours]. My husband is 6 ft tall and only about 155 lbs soaking wet. He's a little afraid of horses. Before they brought our horses out, my husband said, "You watch, they'll bring the biggest horse they have for me." They did. Gus was his name, he was their gentle giant. He was 1/2 Clydesdale. He was also their oldest horse. They brought me an Appaloosa named "Chief"... he was a rambunctious teenager. They warned me about several things with him and they put me at the back. The lead's horse was afraid of birch trees for some reason. Towards the end of our trail ride, my legs were starting to ache, so I took my feet out of the stirrups and put them behind me on Chief's back end. When the lead horse stopped to do his business, Chief was wanting to GO, but I talked to him, stroked his mane, gave him a little hug on the back of his neck... the lead couldn't believe it. When we were done with our ride, I made my way to the front of Chief and I rubbed his nose and thanked him and he nudged my hand and face. The lead said, "He doesn't do that with ANYONE!" "He's NEVER that friendly... not even with me!" I simply told her, "We bonded. He's my buddy."
Sometimes, us humans have those abilities, without explanation.
Glad you enjoyed your ride with Chief and got to know him.
I love horses. I just don't live in a manner that would allow me to have one... or 3 or 5...