AND I have seen many paranormal experiences, but the one that sticks in my mind the most happened a long time ago, when I was still a child. I grew up next to a house that had a checkered past. The first owners were killed by an escaped convict, and the youngest son was beheaded and his head was never found. Apparently he was thrown into a gravel pit located nearby at that time. The next couple to buy the house separated and the wife and their one-month-old baby jumped out of an upstairs window and fell to their deaths. Well, you get the picture.
Due to the snowstorm that hit our city, mom and dad couldn't return home to me and my brother, we had the misfortune of having to spend the night with our neighbors. Needless to say, my brother and I were scared from the beginning because we all knew what was going on in that house. At first nothing seems out of the ordinary, but as the night progresses, strange things begin to happen. The first thing that happened was that while we were all sitting in the living room watching TV, we heard someone in the kitchen washing the dishes. There was no one else in the house and there were no dishes to wash in the sink. So we all went back to the living room and then we heard glass breaking in the bathroom. This caused everyone to jump up and run to see what was broken and how. There was no broken glass anywhere and everything seemed fine. Everything calmed down for a while, I thought that if this was the worst that could happen, then everything would be fine. Boy, was I wrong. I was lying on the neighbor's couch and was about to fall asleep when the rocking chair started rocking itself and I heard the dull sound of a baby crying. If that wasn't scary enough, I soon heard footsteps coming down the stairs and the voice of a little boy calling out, “Mommy.” Even though I was terrified, I went up the stairs to see if anyone was playing with me. I knew it wasn't my brother because he was already asleep. There was no one there. I ran, hid my head under the blanket and didn't come out until the morning.
I talked to my neighbors and asked how they could live in such a house, and they replied that they were already used to it and didn't pay so much attention to it anymore.
