Changing The Things I Cannot Accept

Things move around sometimes in a home that has people in it who are experiencing an emotional upheaval. People say that poltergeist activities are usually centered around adolescents. I am turning thirty-nine this year; but that is besides the point. I have an active imagination and I am always at the center of some creative whirlwind, wherever I go. I was also divorced last year after ten fruitless years of marriage. Last year was not my best time.

I had to move back in with my mom and my stepfather. At the time of these "goings-on" they lived in Hahira, Georgia. I was upset but I know that I tried very hard to have a good attitude about having to start my life over again - for the fifth time.

It wasn't just me that brought the attitude to the house in Hahira - there was a good amount of it there already. During the time we lived there, every single one of us heard footsteps walking around and a child talking outside the house.

My stepfather, Mark, was the first person to hear the child. Mark smokes cigarettes like nobody's business. Back and forth on the porch out back, all hours of the day and night. He has a herniated disc in his back which facilitates the behavior of being awake all night and all day. He reported hearing a child, who seemed to be trying to get his attention, shortly after midnight. It said:

"Mark! Mark! Mark!" in an excited whisper.

He said that the sound was close by his face; but the flood lights illuminated anything nearby and there was nothing to be seen at the time. The porch, he was sitting on, was a concrete square that was attached to the ground. There was no one there but himself. He started smoking on the front porch after that.

To be honest, when he said that, I thought: "Obviously, he needs a good night's sleep." I thought this, despite the fact that I was hearing footsteps all the time and my personal items were being moved all over the house. Two times, I had the unique experience of finding all of my socks separated from each other in my drawer. I can be scatterbrained but there's no way that I am the cause of that one.

I changed my mind, about the "child", one day when I met a little boy, named Colin, who was coasting around, aimlessly, in our back yard. I got his attention and asked him if he was looking for anything. He said he was looking for a child that lived in my house. I told Colin that no children live in my house - or ever have. It was a new house and my parents were the first people to live there. Colin looked confused. He asked if Mark lived there. I said:

"Sure! Mark lives here but he's 67. Who are you looking for?"

Colin, still confused, did not answer me and ran off. He came back after about two hours and insisted that there was a little boy that lived in my house and this boy told Colin to come back later to play. He was certain that a child, about his own age of 7 or 8, was there, living in my house. He said he saw him that same day.

Well, this mysterious child in my house was the subject of much speculation; but, of course, we never got any answers about that. Colin, I found out, lived nearby; but Mark said he had never seen Colin before. It was very startling that Colin asked for Mark. At that time, I thought that there was a connection between Colin and whatever was pestering Mark outside, while he was smoking. I feel silly about this but, after first meeting Colin, I began to entertain the idea that a ghost "child" had told Colin about the people he "lives with". In reality, it was probably only like this: Colin knew who Mark was and, since I was a dead-end for his questioning, he wanted to ask Mark about the "boy who lives with us".

And poor little Colin never did stop asking about him, as long as we lived there. I asked Colin what the boy's name was but he said:

"I don't know. I didn't ask."

I may have even had an interaction with this "child". The same day that Colin first came looking for "him", I was in the backyard. The backyard of this house is huge and open. I was standing somewhere near the middle when a small chunk of concrete came sailing out of empty space and hit me in the collar bone. With my eyes looking along the lines of the possible trajectory, I stooped down and picked up the concrete. I stayed in the yard for half an hour - a half hour that was filled with speculative minutes. No one ever became visible. It didn't matter - there wasn't any way for anyone to be able to hit me with such speed and accuracy from the cover of the woods, four hundred yards away.

Eventually, I stopped wondering about the concrete. Not long after that, something else happened, inside the house, that seemed like it was beyond what I consider to be "poltergeist activity".

One day, while my stepfather was at an appointment with his VA doctor, I had, what seemed to me to be, a negative interaction with something:

I was sitting in my room reading my email and I heard footsteps pass in the hall behind me. They went in my mother's room and I heard the light switch go off. I got up and walked to her bedroom door, which was open. There were no lights on; but everything was clearly visible since, as far as I can remember, it was around noon. I saw no one in there but I knew someone went that way and didn't come out. Her closet door was shut and I could see that the light was on. I went to the door and asked:

"Mom? Are you in the closet?"

"No," said someone who was most definitely in there. It sounded like her.

I thought to myself: "What fresh Hell is this?" I am used to my mother's attitude but this was a new development.

I backed out of her room slowly, down the hall and into the kitchen, where I was able to see out of the window from which you can view a considerable portion of the backyard. She was far out in the backyard pulling up weeds. She was not in the closet.

I asked her, when she came in, if she had somehow heard me ask that question. She didn't know what I was talking about.

I think that was the turning point for me. I decided to stop being a bemused bystander in my own house. There have been many times that I have recommended, on this site in the comments, that people give "Rook's Cleansing" a try. That is because I used his method over the course of three days - while my parents were out of town. Never heard a peep after that day.