Down A Dark Hall

I already despise the story that I am about to share because it has no ending. Twenty-one years have past since the activity started, and, at first, it seemed quite harmless, almost funny...ALMOST. But lately, there seems to be a new presence with more influence, and it has become quite frightening.

The house in which we live was purchased due to the convenience of its location. I grew up next door to this house in a pleasant and safe neighborhood full of loving and friendly neighbors. I saw several families come and go over the years, but the young couple who were the second owners of this house stands out the most due to the birth of their two children while they lived here. I babysat quite often over the years since I lived next door. They were wonderful people and fit perfectly into the neighborhood.

Years later, after my first husband and I divorced, I bought the house so that my eight-year-old son and I could live next door to my mother. I had met a young man from our small town that had those special qualities that I was looking for in a partner. We married, and 14 months later, my second son was born.

The young girl who had lived in this house many years before passed away just after the birth of my second son. The baby's room had belonged to the young girl who once lived here. It wasn't long before the activity reached a whole new level. When my second son was 2 1/2 years old, he was playing in his room while I was folding laundry on his bed, and he stopped and asked me if this room once belonged to a little girl. I told him that it did, and I began looking around to see if I could figure out how he knew that. We had never mentioned it before, there was no pink paint on the walls, and the carpet was earth tone. There were no indications that a female had once occupied the room. He continued to play for another minute or two, and then he stopped again and told me that she had died and that her name was Tracy.

I immediately froze! How could he possibly know that? She had not lived in the house for over 20 years! I tried to remain calm, and I told him that he was correct. When I asked him how he knew that, he told me that she had just told him. I quickly gathered a few of his toys and a change of clothes and told him that we were going to visit next door with my mom. I had to tell someone what had happened, but it needed to be someone who would not think I was totally crazy.

This is how the story begins. I had no idea what I would be facing in the future or how it would affect my family. The experiences that started that day have opened doors that I did not believe were possible. I will continue to share the remaining events if you are truly open-minded and interested in taking this journey with me, but I must warn you, these events are true. You may find yourself searching for logical explanations, but there aren't any.