INhere should I start? This is the first in a series of events that happened to me and my family. We moved into a modern house in Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin. The place seemed quite nice and we hadn't heard anything bad about it or its past.
One night my family (mom, dad and me) woke up to my school lunch box, a weighty plastic box with a flap, falling violently down the stairs of our house. We thought one of our two cats had thrown him down the stairs, except for the fact that they were both sleeping in my parents' bedroom and the bedroom door was firmly closed. My upstairs bedroom was two rooms from the stairs and there was no way my lunch box would crash into it. Plus, I remember taking my lunch box after school that day and putting it next to my bed. And to top it all off… my bedroom door was closed too.
After 6 years, we still haven't figured out how that lunch box could have fallen over in the middle of the night, but after a few more incidents in the house (which I'll post soon), we truly believed that we weren't the only ones living in that house.
