Active Childhood House, Still Going Strong

I grew up in an active house (I'm not a fan of the term haunted, probably because of the negative feedback after sharing with others). Many times the experiences happened to my mother and father. I've heard plenty from my parents, but also conversations where they didn't know I was eavesdropping. I remember a few times waking up for no reason in the middle of the night and hearing my parents talk about the strange phenomenons.

One night, I woke up (I was about 7-8 years old) and after a few minutes of silence, heard my mother say to my father "Are you breathing on me?" After a few beats, my father said "I'm facing the other way". I could hear the trepidation in my father's voice. After a few beats, my mother responded "Oh." It was awhile before I fell asleep. I knew what they were talking about. My mother had nicknamed our spirit "George" (I have no idea why).

Another night, same circumstances; My mother said "John, did you hear that?" My father, "Yea, what the hell was that?" My mother said "It sounded like it said Jesus." My father said it sounded like it came from across the room. My mother agreed, saying it "It started from across the room and got louder as it got closer, then died out as it went past." Nothing after that. Total silence. Not much sleep after that either.

I must add, it was common to hear footsteps emanating from my parents' bedroom. Night or day, it didn't matter. I remember coming home from school as a teenager and being the only one home before my younger brothers arrived. I would be watching TV, enjoying my freedom for a short time, and would hear those heavy footsteps crossing back and forth above the living room. I would mute the TV thinking it was the show, only to have the footsteps continue. Many times, I would run outside and sit on the porch, waiting for my brothers. It seemed more tolerable when you weren't alone.

A few times, I became aggravated and would shout "Cut it out! Stop doing that!" and the steps would immediately stop. I have many more experiences to share, but thought I'd start somewhere. As a side note, my mother passed away 17 years ago, my father and brothers still live there. The activity still continues to this day. "George" is still going strong.