It's the most wonderful time of the year... Halloween! I love the fact that there's a whole month of "free passes" for decorating and dressing up, where it's appropriate. There is no right or wrong way to do Halloween. You have complete freedom in how and if you celebrate. Something else that does kind of defy the rules though is the supernatural. Halloween can be traced back and duplicated, but some supernatural occurrences can cause you to question everything you think you know about your own existence, depending on how open you are to believing reality doesn't stop with the physical world.
I want to tell y'all about some of the things that have happened to me and my family. You decide if you think I'm trippin' or there may be something else at play. These events happened over the course of a few years. It was only after getting the courage to ask everyone in the house, I noticed that I wasn't the only one who had experienced something odd. Fair warning, some of these things sound so cliche', but I promise this is how they happened. Who knows, maybe stories that have uncanny similarities hold a little more truth than we want to believe. Anywho, where we go.
The first major thing I can remember happening is the sound of doors closing. Now I want to specify that it was a regular close like when you hear the door knob latch, not a full bodied slam. Usually I would chalk it off as my daughter even though she said it wasn't her. There was one day in particular that made me realize she was telling the truth. I was home alone. It was in the middle of the day and I was in my bathroom getting ready to leave the house. I know I heard my room door shut. The ceiling fan and air were not on.( I know the wind can cause doors to shift). The main thing that creeped me out is that my door was already shut. I had one of those shoe trees hanging from the top of the door, so whenever the door opened and closed it took a little more effort and made a creaking noise. Even if the door wasn't shut all the way, (I know it was) a breeze wouldn't have been enough to move the door with the friction of the shoe tree handles. I tell myself "I know what I heard" and go about my day.
Fast forward to one night when I was dead sleep. I'm usually a night owl but this day I was just burnt out. I had been going through some stuff and praying for answers, and I do remember really being honest in my prayers that night. I asked to get the guidance I needed even if it wasn't the answer I wanted and that I would have to accept it regardless of how it made me feel. So I go to sleep maybe around 10:30 and put my phone on silent except for my alarm because I wanted to get as much undisturbed rest as possible. It seemed like I had just dozed off when someone started shaking me and calling my name. "Lanesha, Lanesha, get up!" Panicked from being shook awake and thinking there was a fire or something I sat straight up in bed. My room was still pitch black, nobody was there. Still trying to decipher what the fuck just happened, I noticed my phone was lit up. It was like 4 in the morning and I had 2 missed calls. I picked up the phone to see who it was and it started ringing again in my hand. It was someone who I know so I thought nothing of it since I was usually up all night. They had called the 2 prior times too, and said this was the last time they were going to call because they had something to talk to me about but figured if I didn't answer, it wasn't meant to be. They had the answer to what I had been praying about. I never told a soul about what I was going through. It was not an answer that I wanted, and I didn't like the emotion that the answer caused, but I definitely got my answer. I don't know who or what woke me up, but creepy as it was, I was glad it happened.
Some years passed, I moved out on my own with my daughter and moved back in, now I'm in my sister's old room and she's in mine (I had a larger closet in my room). I don't have an attached bathroom anymore, but it's directly across the hall from my door. I don't know what it is about the bathroom, but that's where the weird shit starts to happen. Again, just like the first time, I'm doing my makeup about to head out. It's about 5 in the evening, plenty of light but everyone is home. I'm posing in the mirror to see if I like my eyes, and I see a dark blur go past in the hallway about waist level. Now the mirror in my bathroom is huge. I can easily see a foot of the wall on each side of my room's doorway, a 5ft span easy.The bathroom lights were on, and my windows were open in my room with the door open. That section of the hall was well lit between the two doors. This time, I think it's my niece because she's the only one in the house about that height. I walk out the bathroom to tell her to stop running though the house, but no one is in the living room. That's the direction I saw the shadow go. Now I'm puzzled and start trying to place everyone in the house to see if I'm trippin'. My mom and my daughter were outside washing the car. My sister was in her bathroom, and my niece was in her bed sleep. After questioning her, it was very clear that none of us had been through the hallway for at least 20 minutes. Again, I tell myself, I know what I saw and go about my day.
I think this last part is the worst because it fits horror cliches so perfectly. There was a span of about a month or so where no one in the house was sleeping good. I didn't find out it wasn't just me until a few weeks in because I was starting to notice everyone else looked a little drained too and decided to ask. None of us would get out of the bed, but it was still happening. We had all been waking up in the middle of the night close to 3. It was usually within 15 minutes either way of the hour. My mom said that she would just wake up, not groggy or tired, just up. Almost as if an alarm were going off but there was no sound. She said she usually just couldn't go back to sleep so she would just lay in bed for an hour or so then be able to doze back off. The same would happen to my sister, but she said she felt like she was being woken up. She would still be tired but just couldn't sleep for about 30 minutes. I would wake up because I would be freezing. I already like my room warmer than the rest of the house, so I have a space heater that I use year round. Even with my heater set to 80°, I would wake up shivering. I would put on sweats and bundle up until it passed, then I would be able to strip down to my original clothes and go back to sleep. The cats would be up seemingly on alert too. I know that cats can be more active at night, but they seemed to be watching or waiting for something. Even my daughter and niece would wake up and just sit quietly, not so odd for a 12 year old, but unheard of for a 4 year old.
Eventually it just stopped. Everyone started sleeping through the night and the animals went back to lounging around. From time to time one of us will walk out of the room a little puzzled and ask " did you just xyz" with the answer usually being no. It's something that we just came to accept and not talk about. We don't feel as if anything is here to harm us, and the times we do notice stuff, it doesn't feel threatening, outside of our own fear of not having an explanation. There are things that happen sporadically from time to time and have happened in different locations, but I think I'm going to save those for their own posts. Have you ever had anything similar happen to you? Are you a believer or is it a no go? Feel free to share what you think in the comments or on our Facebook Page.