My story started when I was 3 years old. Not only was it me that remembered this but my family had remembered and have recalled the exact experiences as well.
We had lived in Colorado for as long as I can remember, and this story occured in that same state. On Galley road was a house that my mother and father could afford. Obviously they took it as there wasn't much on the market. The one thing that the owners had told them and was also on the lease that for no reason should the renters go into the attic. Come to find the attic door was painted shut and if you wanted into the attic it was going to be a struggle, so my parents had left it alone.
There were many strange occurances and one including my mother seeing my father's doppleganger. Normally this means death unless you see your own. Others occured after my brother was born where he was pinched awake as a newborn in his crib.
My own story happened as I said when I was 3 years of age. My mother had experienced the same sensation. I was asleep in my mom and dad's bed and I had been awoken by something that was looking at me from their bedroom door.
For one reason or another I did not like sleeping in my own room so I was in their room. But the thing I had seen was not my mom or my dad, I was seeing what I thought was my grandfather. The hall light was on so I could not see the face, just the outline. It walked away and I followed it thinking it was someone I knew. When I got to the door it was empty. I waited for a moment and suddenly my mother's body formed and walked with furiousity down the hall into my bedroom. I followed for reasons I didn't fathom and found my mother looking at me. She dropped to her finger tips and scuttled her way under my bed. I will point out the my bed frame was only 2 and 1/2 inches away from the floor.
I ran to the edge of my bed and saw my mother's face crushed under my bed frame very annoyed. I raced to my parent's room and awoke my dad and told him, "Mom's under my bed and she is MAD."
Confused he got up and went to my room with me to comfort me about the situation and reluctantly looked under the bed. Nothing was there. He was scared. He went down the hall and found my mother where he had left her infront of the tv with my little brother in her arms fast asleep.
A few weeks before my mother had seen a shadow in her doorway that she thought was my dad. After this incident they started hearing springs from an old box spring mattress bouncing up and down in the attic.
When my family finally decided to move out, my mom wouldn't stay and clean. My dad cleaned the house. The last room was my room. He went in there to vacuum, found some other walls to clean and went to get a rag. Out of no where he heard a wrenching loud sound from my room. My dad ran to my room and found the vacuum's hose pulled into my closet bar (where you hang your clothes) hanging there. He ran out of my room and found the attic door's door open and the paint peeled back. They never went back.
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