In 1999, my family (my stepfather, my mom, my four sisters, and I) moved out into the country outside of Merkel, Texas (my little brother came along a few months later. Actually, he's the reason we moved out there. We'd been living in a cramped apartment, and my stepfather always wanted to live in the country).
On the first night, 18 March 1999, we hadn't moved our things in all the way, yet, so I was sleeping on my floor on some blankets. As I was laying there, feeling odd in a new house and uncomfortable laying on the floor, I felt a presence. I rolled over and looked at the door and saw a figure standing there. When we lived in the apartment, my stepfather would often come and check on us to make sure we were alright, so I assumed that was him and closed my eyes.
The next morning I asked him how he was able to be so energetic since he was up at 3am checking on us. He looked confused and said that he had been so exhausted from the move that he was out before we were and didn't wake up until my mom woke him up that morning.
We soon got the rest of our stuff moved in and on 24 June 1999, my little brother was born. We spent a lot of sleepless nights after that, because he would cry all night long nearly every night. Not little cries, like loud wailing that you could hear from the other side of the house.
One night, I took the pillow off from over my head for a minute to roll over, and I saw the figure again. Again, I thought it was Wayne, forgetting what he had said last time. Of course, he said he was out all night that night, so maybe it was him. Only it wasn't, because he was working late that night and I heard hm get home an hour later.
One night, about a year later. I was walking down the hall to my room during a thunderstorm. As I was going down the hall, lightening flashed, and I saw a body hanging from a noose from the ceiling. When the light from the lightning faded, the figure was done and I picked myself up off the ground slowly, obviously shaken.
In 2003, my family left one night to go to the store, and I chose to stay home because I was reading. I know for a fact I was home alone, because I saw my family get into the car and drive off. I was sitting in the recliner in the living room. When you sat on the recliner, you could see the corner to the hallway from the corner of your eye. As I was reading, I got the creepy feeling I was being watched.
I looked up and saw something in the corner of my eye, at the hallway. I saw the face of a girl, and the moment I looked, she pulled her head back. She didn't disappear, she pulled her head back, as though she was a living person and was trying to play Peek-a-Boo. I jumped up off the recliner and ran to the hallway. No one was there. The doors were closed. The house was vacant.
From 2003 until sometime in 2004, I would see a figure standing in my corner. It never did anything, just stood there. It didn't look transparent, but as though there was someone actually standing there. I tried to tell my family, but they were like, "So there's a man in your room? Is there a monster under the bed as well?" I remember what he looked like. He looked like Mr. Clean.
One night in 2004, I was watching TV when I heard my oldest sister screaming. It was weird hearing her scream, because she was (and is) Gothic, and denounced being a girl, and I had never heard her scream before that night, so hearing her scream, I knew something had happened, so I ran to her room. She was crying on her bed (again, bizarre seeing). Her stereo was all over the room.
When she calmed down, she told me that she was listening to a cd, when all of a sudden it switched to the radio. It scanned through the stations as she tried to get it to stop. After a while, it rose off the shelf, levitated to the middle of the room, and shredded itself. It was an expensive stereo, and my stepfather, a lifelong skeptic, got mad at her when she wouldn't tell him "the truth" about what happened to it. He did admit it was weird that the stereo was ripped like that, because it was as though something ripped it like paper. My sisters started listening to me when I told them what was going on, and I told them the other stories, and more that I have forgotten with time. Now that they had their eyes open, they began seeing things happening from time to time.
In 2006, my stepfather got a job offer in Alamogordo, New Mexico. We were going to move from Merkel, Texas to there, but first he was going to move ahead of us to get a house and everything set up. He left in May and we were to move in July. A couple weeks after he left, I was laying in bed reading when I heard his voice loud and clear shout my name from the kitchen. I was opening my door when I suddenly remembered he wasn't even home. In fact, no one was home. They had gone shopping.
We were planning to move out of our home in the country to New Mexico in early July. So, naturally, we ended up moving on 5 August 2006. We traveled in two vehicles. My mom driving the Dodge Durango with one of my younger sisters, our dog Sally, and I, and my stepfather driving the U-Haul with my other sisters and little brother. As we were driving at night through the mountains of New Mexico, my mom said, "Didn't you say you experienced things in that house?" I was expecting her to make fun of me, but I said yes anyway. She said..."I would often see a man who sounded like Wayne and looked like Mr. Clean."
My blood froze. She told me that she never watched movies with us in the living room because every time she did, there would be a figure of a little girl standing in the hallway looking at her...
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