The home was a small two story frame home. There were two bedrooms upstairs, and two bedrooms on the first floor. I was an "only child" so the two upper bedrooms went unused as I had my bedroom on the first floor.
I remember playing upstairs and never observed anything out of the ordinary. In the winter my Mother had placed a heavy, very thick quilt over the threshold at the top of the stairs so the heat would not be wasted on a space that was not used.
If a person would go up into the second floor all that you might see is perhaps a broom, a dust pan, and some scattered toys of mine that were laying about. It was a pretty empty space as I recall.
One morning, about six o'clock or so I heard my parents stirring about getting the coffee pot going and hearing the sounds of a new day starting. As I lay there in bed, not at all wanting to get up and drag myself to school, I started to hear noises coming from the second floor. The noises were of two children running back and forth across the floor. I starred at the ceiling above my bed and was totally in a state of shock.
I remember hearing my Mother shouting at me from the kitchen, telling me to get up, and get ready for school. As she rounded the corner into my room she paused and then she was too looking up at the ceiling hearing the same noises that I was hearing.
The sounds that we were hearing was of two young children running from one end of the house to the other. You could hear them laughing, and giggling as if they were playing "tag" or something. Back and forth, their hard sole shoes on the bare floor echoing through the empty space of the second floor. Sounds of these two children knocking over cardboard boxes as they chased each other through those bedrooms were heard , but there were no cardboard boxes up there.
Back and forth, from one room to the other. Laughing giggling have a fun time for sure these were the sounds of a very young boy, and a very young girl. By this time my Father was also by the side of my Mother and me. I was too much in shock to take notice but I am sure my parents were in shock too.
After a couple of minutes had passed the noises ceased so my Father decided to go up those stairs to see who was in our house. I was close behind him as we made our way up the stairs. We made a check through those two bedrooms and found "nothing" had been disturbed. The rooms were quiet, and still. I still remember like a photograph looking at the window sills with my Father and seeing the dust that had settled there was undisturbed. If anyone had been up there they would have to come and go through the first floor, or a window upstairs, but there were no signs that anyone had been up there that would account for the sounds we had heard.
After this incident there was never again anything out of the ordinary that could not be explained beyond the "settling foundation" excuse, but my parents and me talked of this event for a long, long time and then came the night I will never forget as long as I live.
Still in 1967, it was a Sunday night. I remember because my Fathers two sisters (my two Aunts) would come over to visit with us, or we would go to their place to visit with them to watch Ed Sullivan on television, or play cards.
So here sits my Mother, Father, both Aunts, and myself. They were all talking, and playing "hearts," (a card game) and I was watching TV. I don't know who heard it first but the conversation stopped, and the volume on the television went down because of some sounds that were coming from the second floor. ( I get chills writing this because I remember it all so well.)
The sounds that we were hearing were the voices of an "very old man" and an "very old woman", two elderly people. We could plainly hear these voices and the were coming from the upper story of our house!
These two voices were having a conversation all of there own. You could hear them just as plain as you can read this. We couldn't make out what they were saying but they were there. They sounded as if they were very old and frail and not at all in good health. I wonder what the relationship between these voices, and the two children that we had heard earlier were? Were they brother, and Sister, or something else? Don't ask me but there had to be some connection between these two elderly spirits, and the two youthful ones who were using the second floor as their playroom.
As my Parents, Aunts and I sat there we all acknowledged to each other that we were all hearing the same thing. After a few minutes had passed (and I will remember this till I die too!) my Mother got up, and walked over to the bottom of the staircase that went upstairs. She looked up towards the top of the stairs and said in a VERY LOUD, and STRONG VOICE . . . " I don't know who you are, or what you want, but get out of our house and leave us alone!" . . . I don't remember how the rest of that evening went, but I do remember we never did hear them voices again.
Twenty five years later I was helping a friend work on his car, ( now this is "25" years later... ok!) as the day progressed we needed to make a run to the auto parts store. There was another guy there with us just shooting the breeze as we all worked on my friends car. This third person I swear I have never met before and did not know him, nor did he know me. So the three of us get into my car to go across town to get the parts we need to repair my friends car.
To get to the place we have to go, we must drive way across to the other side of town. And you guessed it! Right pass this house that I lived in twenty five years ago. Every time I pass this place I always think of the events that I experienced there but this time I never said a word to either of the two guys that were with me about it.
Just as we passed the house, this third guy, the one who I never had met before said out of the clear blue . . . "Hey, you see that house over there?", "That house is suppose to be haunted." . . . This guy was pointing to the house that I lived in some twenty five years earlier! I cannot tell you the feeling that went through me!
Without trying to let him in on that I had lived there or what I had experienced in that house, I questioned him on just what made him think that the house was haunted. He told me that he knew a guy who lived on the other side of the block from that house and that he had just heard that the place was haunted. This floored me! To bring back all those memories, is there something to this?
Not even counting the last incident, the experiences that I, and my family had in this house gave me an early in life question to "What happens when we (our bodies) die? Is there a heaven or hell? Is there is an existence beyond our life here? There has to be more to it than what we can quantify.
This story that you have just read is true! I will forever remember these events and will always try to use them to grow!