I would say that I had a normal childhood. I spent a lot of time at the house on my tablet watching YouTube watching funny skits, Creepypasta, ghost sightings, and gaming videos. I still have an interest in the paranormal but my scare fix has definitely expanded since I was a kid.
The other day I was with my wife and her family. They spoke on the topics of the paranormal that went on at the old house they lived at. My wife looked over at me and asked if I had any stories about any of the houses I lived in. I told her that I don't remember any scary things happening when I lived with my mom. A couple days have passed since then and I'm now remembering everything that happened at my old home.
I'm currently on a business trip reliving moments from my childhood that I hid in the back of my mind for years. I've now realized why I hid them away because of the spirit that haunted that house. The spirit that I have now realized was human.
I was about 6 years old at the time. Life had no responsibilities just sitting home all day watching tv and playing with toys. My parents split when I was young. I never really understood it until I was much older. I'd ask my mom why dad wasn't living with us anymore but she wouldn't say. All she would say is that they fell out of love. I'd ask my father the same thing and he gave me the same response. Even as a child I knew that was a lie.
One of my stories I believe happened in a dream state but the rest I fear really happened. I don't think I have much time but I need to write this down. Someone needs to read this.
I quickly need to explain the layout of my old home. It was a mobile home with only 2 doors with only one of them ever being used and the other taking a step out you would end up face first in the dirt. Entering the front door you get the living room connecting with a kitchen on the right. Going into the far upper left of the living room you would see the long hallway with 2 doors on the left and a door at the very end of the hallway. Me and my brother's room was the first door on the left, the second the restroom, and the last room was the master bedroom. I'll only be using 3 of these rooms for my stories but just thought it would be important to include the whole house.
Story 1
My brother and I shared the same room. He slept on the far left side of the room facing the window. I slept right next to the door. One night we were asleep when I suddenly awoke to a knocking sound. I looked around my eyes, still adjusting to the darkness around me. The noise is getting louder and louder. I call my brother's name but he's a heavy sleeper. Nothing wakes him up. Not even his bladder.
I get up from my bed and start walking out of my room. The noise sounds like it's coming from the living room. I stand in the middle of the living room just to hear absolute silence. My mind must just be playing tricks on me so I head back to my bed getting ready to go back to sleep. But there it is again. That knocking sound I get back up head to the living room just to hear absolute silence. It must just be a bird I thought to myself. Frustrated, I head back to bed only to hear the noise again. I ignore it but it just keeps getting louder and louder and closer and closer.
I bury my head under the blankets holding my hands to my ears to muffle out the noise but it keeps getting louder and louder until. It stops. It just stopped. I remove the sheets off my head, my eyes finally adjusting to the dark and then I see it. My brother's side he would always leave the curtain to the window wide open. He says he loved seeing the big tree on our front lawn every morning when he woke up. The best way to start the day. But on that day it was a nightmare for me. In the corner of the window I see a black silhouette. Looking in my direction. Tapping on the window with its long skinny fingers. Then its eyes started forming on its face. The sclera was such a bright white that it looked like a light just beaming through the night. And those pupils black as could be. It's long hair waving with the wind. Who is this? Is this the so-called rake I've heard of in stories?
I cover myself again with my blanket hopefully that everything will just go back to the way it's supposed to be. I don't know when I fell asleep that night but all I know is that the constant tapping of my window was soothing enough to put me to sleep.
Story 2
My brother and I were getting ready for school. My mother was in the kitchen getting our breakfast ready. Before school everyday me and my brother would sit in front of our micky mouse tv and play on our ps2. My mother really never bought us games so we had one of those 20 arcade classics in one kind of game. Our favorite game was dig dug. We would take turns seeing who could beat the high score which was taken by my dad. We never beat it. But it's just one of those memories that I have with my little brother.
My mother called us to the kitchen to get our breakfast. We would normally have a little meal together as a family but now she's been so busy that she just puts it in aluminum foil. I collect my things and head to the front door. At my moms old house the moment you open the door the first thing you see is the row of trees. It's like a little forest but the trees are all in a single file line. Right in front of our door is a gap between the trees. In that gap you see the field of grass that spreads miles long and in the distance you would see the construction of a new subdivision being built. I would also love opening up my front door and looking at the progress I loved building legos when I was little so in my mind I just saw this as a big Lego being built. This would later inspire me to sell houses.
But on that day I didn't look at the house being built, all I could look at was a black figure. Just standing there. I turned around to see if my mom and brother were seeing what I was seeing but they were gone. Like they just disappeared. I turned back to the figure still standing there looking in my direction. It stood there for what felt like an eternity. I couldn't move then all of a sudden I could see its arms and legs moving and it started running towards me. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, my sweat running down my face like a waterfall, my legs twitching like the gears for running were stuck. It's getting closer and closer. Then it stops. It stops right where the grass and the trees intersect.
It was a little girl with pale skin, brown hair, and black eyes. “Can I come inside?” she says. My body is unable to move but my mouth is free to speak. I couldn't control what came out of it next. “Of course you can!” I said. I know who this is, it's those black eyed kids I've read about online and I know that what I just did was the worst mistake I could have made.
It breaks the barrier that held it from entering my home and it's walking slowly towards me laughing at me. It gets to my porch and walks up the steps reaching its arms out and grabbing my face looking at me. Those eyes, the darkness behind them, the emptiness behind them. I woke up from my bed with my mother calling me to come get my breakfast.
Story 3
I would spend most of my time after school in the living room. Watching tv or watching YouTube on my tablet. I sat on the couch closest to the hallway so I got to my room quicker. As I'm sitting on the couch I could feel something grabbing my ankle, a slimy feeling wrapping around my ankle. I move my leg thinking it was a water bottle underneath or a piece of paper rubbing my leg and moments later I feel it again on my ankle I move my leg in frustration.
I look underneath the couch. There's nothing. Nothing at all, not a bottle, no loose trash, not a toy, nothing at all. I went to my room to see what my brother was doing and he was playing on our ps2. I ask if I can join. He hands me the controller and we take turns on dig dug until we go to sleep.
I woke up the next day. It's the weekend now. I get to do absolutely nothing all day. My favorite. I go to the couch sitting on my normal spot and instantly I feel a hand wrap around my ankle once again. That slimy feeling but this time with nails digging into my skin I can feel the blood flow out of my body. I jump off the couch that grip is no longer there. I look underneath the couch and I see nothing. The closer I got to it, I could make out eyes looking back at me, the ones I saw from the window, those same bright white eyes.
An arm emerged from the darkness, a pale arm with nails like razors scratched along my face. I could feel the blood flowing down my face, my vision starting to blur from the blood coating my pupils. Another arm emerged from underneath it pulled itself out from underneath. I'm crawling, unable to stand up. The monster towering over me. It's having to hunch over in order to fit inside of the room, its arms grabbing me from my ribs and lifting me to its mouth. Its mouth had 5 rows of teeth, each row with thousands of teeth and a tongue 2 ft long wrapping around my neck. This was it, this was that slimy feeling I felt earlier. I'm screaming at the top of my lungs begging for someone to help me. It's tongue dragging me closer to its mouth and its breath hot like fire. Is this hell? Is this what happens to bad kids? I close my eyes accepting my fate.
Then I hear a familiar voice calling my name asking what's wrong. I open my eyes. My mom is in front of me. “What's wrong? Why are you screaming?” I looked under the couch and it was gone. “There was a monster under the couch that tried to eat me!” I said. She laughed at me calling me silly and told me to go shower. Silly? I wasn't being silly. I know what I saw, I know what I felt.
I go to the bathroom and start getting ready to shower, turning the water on to let it warm. I look at the mirror and my face is perfectly fine, no cuts, no blood. But I know I wasn't being crazy because looking down at my socks I see one of them starting to get red.
Story 4
I woke up in the middle of the night. I sleep on my left side facing the window like I mentioned before. My brother is in the same position facing the window. I closed my eyes but something wasn't right. I felt like something was staring at me. I turned onto my back facing the front door and I saw a black silhouette leaning into my room, half of its body visible and those bright white eyes looking deep into my soul. I'm frozen looking into the face of death. I'm scared to even blink the idea running through my mind if I look away it will get closer. It's eyes getting redder and redder as if not wanting to lose eye contact with me. It felt like hours of us just looking at each other. My eyes started to dilate to the darkness around me and I could start making out some of the features on this thing looking at me. Long hair is all I could really make out. Finally I had the courage to move. I lifted the blanket over my head and covered myself.
That feeling remained the sounds of footsteps getting closer to me. Imagining this things face right in front of my blanket debating if it should rip it off me and do whatever it wanted to do. The footsteps picked up again except they went further away from me this time. Each step quieter than the last then they stopped. I laid there underneath my blanket for a couple more minutes. I removed the blanket from me and it was gone. It was a struggle going back to sleep but somehow I did. I don't know how but I did.
Like I said before I'm on a business trip right now when I regained these suppressed memories of my childhood. My dad called me last night. We had a normal conversation until I brought up my childhood to him. His tone shifted and he told me that I was old enough to know why he and my mom split.
“I just want you to know that I loved your mother. I really tried to get through what happened but I just couldn't anymore. I didn't think what I was going through would affect you too and I'm so sorry about that I should have been there for you two. Your mother was a sleepwalker and believe me I was startled when I first saw it. It was fine in the beginning she would end up in the kitchen sitting at the table asleep, sit on the couch asleep, sit in the closet asleep. It wasn't until we had you two when it started progressing more and more at first I knew how to handle the situation. But when she started just staring at me I couldn't do it anymore. I'd wake up, she's on top of me, she's staring at me, I wake up to change sides and she's there looking at me. I told her about her staring problem and she would apologize but it wasn't enough for me. I wanted it gone. It wasn't until I would wake up and she started staring at me from around corners for hours. I couldn't sleep but she would have all the energy in the world as if she wasn't just looking at me for 5 hours straight. I didn't know what to do so I left. Even then it wasn't enough I'd wake up scared to look around that feeling of someone looking at me I couldn't shake off. It's gone now I can sleep again but I didn't think she would do it to you two. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this true all those times that I thought it was some monster it was my mom the whole time. The tapping on the window, the grabbing of my ankle, the little black eyed girl was that my mom was her younger self, the person staring at me when I woke up that day. My brain at the time couldn't process my own mom doing something like that. She was supposed to protect me. That's what parents do. Not hurt their kids. My mom is no longer here. Our relationship wasn't the best, especially in my later years (my teen years) but it got better. My step dad never mentioned my mom sleepwalking so it must have gotten better. It wasn't until this morning when I started getting ready for the day that something happened. That's why I'm here sitting on my computer writing to you about these experiences I had when I was younger. It's been about 2 hours now. And I'm the corner of my eye. It's been locked on me.
In the corner of my eye is my mom staring at me.