The year was 1965 some 42 years ago, but I remember like yesterday my first encounter with the unknown. Me and my family, (mom, dad, and older brother and sister) had just settled into our new home on 839 Agnes street. Excited to have my own bedroom I couldn't wait to see it. I didn't feel uncomfortable right away, it wasn't until bedtime that I began to feel anxious. I crawled into bed and kissing my mother goodnight she closed the door. I'd just closed my eyes when I felt the presence of someone, or some thing sit down on the foot of my bed. Opening my eyes I looked to find nothing there. I threw my blanket back and could see the indention on my mattress as if someone was sitting there.
After an hour of my mother assuring me that I'd been dreaming, she tucked me back into bed. I remember curling up into a ball at the head of my bed, and starring at the foot of my mattress. Although the strange occurrence didn't happen again that night, it did many times after. I'd get up many nights and sleep in the corner of my closet because I didn't feel safe in my own bed.
Just a few months after we moved in my father was killed in an accident at work. Shortly afterwards lights began to go on and off, doors would open and shut by themselves and often we were awaken by strange voices. Items would disappear only to reappear somewhere else. I seen several apparitions of an old woman dressed all in black moving about the house. More than once I'd wake to see her standing over my bed just starring down at me.
I remember my mother trying desperately to make some kind of logic out of what was happening. We were frightened to stay but couldn't afford to move. Over the years we would learn to accept whatever was there and tried to ignore it the best we could.
It's been many years since we lived there but what happened there still affects each one of us. I've encountered strange phenomenon everywhere I've lived, as my mother and siblings have as well.
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