I cannot recall exactly what age I was when this happened, but it was very young. Young enough to have to jump to reach the light switch. I know that.
I shared a room with my sister in a blue collar neighborhood in a smallish town in KY. It was not an extremely old neighborhood or anything, mostly just brick 1 and 2 story homes.
I remember I was in bed very late at night. I believe I had just been startled awake by something, but I couldn't tell you what. Anyway, I was on my back when I heard my name being called repeatedly in a very eerie voice, "IIIIIrrrennnee" It was very drawn out which made it even creepier. I was frozen for a few moments when I felt my head hit the bed - meaning either 1 of 2 things. 1. My pillow was pulled out from under me and my head hit the bed or 2. I was pulled until my head slid off of the pillow and hit the bed. I don't remember the feeling of being pulled so I'm thinking it must have been the first, my pillow must have been pulled out from under my head.
As soon as my head hit the bed I jumped up, ran into the living room, and crouched on the floor next to my dad who was asleep on the couch. My mom worked the night shift at this time, so my dad usually slept on the couch and kept his alarm clock on the end table next to it. I was so terrified that my Dad would make me go back to bed that I did not wake him up and crouched there for hours until his clock said 6:29 a.m. I knew it was set to go off at 6:30 am, when he would wake us up for school. The only other thing I remember from that house is at some point seeing a white, ghostly figure of a man walk into my closet right through the closet door. I never told anyone at the time.
Years later, my sister and my mom both shared stories of things that happened to them in the same house.
I eventually moved to the extra bedroom right next to our bedroom and my sis stayed in the bedroom we used to share. One night I had a friend spend the night and my sister woke up to the sound of someone speaking in a different language. She didn't recognize the language but knew that they were saying, "Help". She then thought that my friend and I must be playing a trick on her. She got up and tiptoed to her bedroom door, which was closed, and heard the voice the entire time until she opened it. Then it stopped. She walked to my bedroom and opened the door to find my friend and I sleeping soundly. She never heard it again.
By the time my mom got home from work my dad would be at work and we would be at school, so she would be home alone. She would take a shower and several times heard Opera music loudly in the shower. She would think we left a radio on or something and would search the house and find nothing left on and it was always louder when she was in the shower, anyway. And it was Opera music - sung in a different language. She chalked it up to being tired from working all night.
Eventually we all shared our stories, after we had moved out of the house, and were all shocked to hear we weren't the only ones! My sis and I did dig up a small handgun on the side of the house once when we were playing outside (around 7 and 9 years old). But my Dad never turned it in. I've always wondered if something happened there. My Dad also is an avid Authentic Civil War artifacts collector and trader, so he always has very old stuff from the Civil War that no doubt could bring some guests, I'm sure.
I have a couple of other incidents to share for another time, but they didn't take place at this house.
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