I have posted before about the "farmer" I often saw in my backyard. I just thought I'd mention a few more things that took place while growing up.
1. Most fathers have their "favorite chair." My dad was no exception. It was this old chair from the 70's. It rocked back and forth. It also swiveled. It being old, made noises whenever one sat in it. Often at night you would hear that "squeak" the swivel feature made. We're talking late at night. I would quietly get up and go into the living room to check. Nobody would be up. Lights out. TV off. I'd like to note this was a small ranch style home, so anyone that may be up (i.e in the kitchen) could be seen.
2. My bedroom was across from the bathroom. Lucky me growing up. You would hear the water running even the toilet flush. I use to pass this off as someone getting up in the middle of the night. But it never "felt right." Much like my dad's chair, I would peek my head out my door. Nobody there, nobody in the hall. Both my parents and grandparent's bedroom doors were hard to open (they kept them shut at night) and you could hear if someone had opened the door. 100% of the time I heard water randomly run, I didn't hear the opening of a bedroom door before or after.
3. They say animals can sense things humans can't. I believe it. I was a proud owner of a Beagle. He spent most of his time in the kitchen. Sleeping...eating...etc. Sometimes, he would just stare into space. Now I know it's an animal... And maybe they're just thinking about a rabbit or something. But he always had this very direct stare like someone/something was in the kitchen.
4. Like most teenagers, I spent time in my bedroom on the computer. I however kept my bedroom door open (easy access if I had to go to the bathroom.) With my back to the open doorway/hallway, I often felt like someone was in the hall. First I chalked it up to paranoia. When nobody was home, I would have this strong feeling that someone was in the hall watching me.
I would like to end that I never saw a "human" figure ghost type thing in the house. I just often felt like there were more people in the house than my family. I hope this made sense to those reading. Good day and best wishes to all.
Sadly my childhood home was torn down and a "McMansion" put in its place. I have no desire to talk to the new owners. My old neighbors still live in the house next store. Perhaps I should get in contact with them.
As much as I would love to go back to the property, it is too painful. It may sound silly to some, but even driving through the old neighborhood pains me