Now this story begins from my childhood. My parent brought me home October 9th, 1980 to the house they owned in Chula Vista, Ca. Ever since I can remember there have been strange ongoings and noises in that house. What I am about to share with you is my first experience I had that I can remember.
I was about 5 years old, so it was 1986, my room was in the middle of the house right next to the bathroom and my parent's room. I was laying down on my bed watching tv when I heard heavy footsteps, like a man in boots was walking from the back of the house into my room. As they started, I remember looking up to the door expecting my father to walk in, however no one did and the footsteps stopped in my doorway. My room was carpeted, but the rest of the house had hardwood floors and it was literally as if someone walked right up and into my room from the back of the house and yet no one was standing there before me as I looked up.
I got up off the floor and slowly walked into the living room to see if my dad had just walked by, but I found he was laying on the couch passed out. I ran back into my room and pulled the blankets over my head and tried to go to sleep. I heard nothing else that night.
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I am not discounting your story, by any means. My children, especially my daughter hears footsteps a lot in the middle of the day and I think it is possible.
I do wonder, however, (this is not just in response to your story, this is generically stated for the entire reading audience 😊.) Why is it that things like noises and shadows are remembered by the very young, even into their eighties, but a chore list can not be remembered even when the same chores are done on a daily basis? Is it all the fear factor?
Thank you for your story.