I grew up in a haunted house from the time I was about two or three until I was eight or so. I grew up in Columbus, Ohio and this would have been from 1988 or 1989 until 1994 or so.
As you walked into the front door, you were in the living room. As you left the living room, you came to the dining room and a set of stairs that led upstairs. Passing through the dining room you came into the kitchen which contained the back door and a side door. There was also a space to the left that contained the "laundry room" a small space for a washer and dryer as well as a toilet. There were steps that led down to the unfinished basement.
Most of the activity that happened when I was a child is pretty mundane. The biggest thing to happen happened all the time and so we got used to it. We had a black lab that would lay in the doorway from the living room into the dining room. He would face the dining room while we were all in the living room. We would hear creaks that sounded like footsteps walking around the dining room and then up the stairs. Every time this would happen, our dog would look into the dining room and growl low in his throat like he would have attacked whatever it was if it got any closer.
My bedroom up stairs was directly to the left of the stairwell. When you got up the stairs, you could walk straight (leading into my brothers room) or turn left (leading into my room). My parent's room was through my room and to the right and the bathroom was straight through my room. I always slept on my side facing away from the staircase. I would frequently wake up hearing footsteps walking up and down the stairs behind me. I would lay there paralyzed with fear. All I kept seeing in my head was this guy dressed in black clothes and very heavy boots, like engineer boots, running into my room and grabbing me. The person I kept "seeing" had a skull for a head.
The closet in my room was also terrifying to me. The door had lots of small square mirrors (about 6" square). I was always afraid of what was in there because the door kept opening by itself. I could not sleep until it was closed tight and invariably when I woke up to go to the bathroom, it would be open. The other reason it scared me was because the crawlspace that counted as the attic was in my closet as well. I always thought something was hiding up there.
This was an older house and had register vents that led from one room to another. There was a big square one in the floor of my brother's room that led directly into the living room so my brother and I used to listen to the conversations of our parents from time to time. One night while getting dressed for bed in my room, I distinctly heard this woman (I assumed it was my mother calling through the vent) call out "Amanda! Hurry Up!" Needless to say, I finished getting dressed in a hurry. I did not think I had taken very long so when I went downstairs I asked my mother why she had called to me through the vent to hurry up when I had not taken long. She looked at me a little puzzled and said that she had never told me to hurry up. That freaked me out quite a bit.
My mother also claimed that she saw the shadow outline of a woman in turn of the century clothes (big hoop skirt, bonnet, and parasol) and a little boy with her.
The other weird thing to have happened was that one movie that I had been watching over and over mysteriously erased itself while in the VCR. We went to bed and had just turned it off. When we got up in the morning, there was no movie, just static. I will definitely admit that it could have been one of my parents accidently or on purpose hitting the record button. The final weird thing that I just remembered about our VCR is that when we would stop a movie, the VCR would sometimes rewind it automatically. It was not supposed to do that, but it did. We would also occasionally lose videotapes that had been in our collection for years. They would just disappear, we would look everywhere, and then they would reappear in the spot they were supposed to be in two or three days later.
I realize that some of this can be explained by natural causes; to a skeptic, all of it can. I still have not found answers to my stories that I am content with at this time. Sorry that it is so long. What do you think it was or could have been?
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