Near the end of 1989, we moved to a house that my father build in Bobstay Avenue. I never knew that I will experience so many ghost sightings or feel them.
There was an old mine dump close to the area, about 20 minute walking distance. There use to be miners living a few feet away from the mine many many years ago.
I started to hear every night someone walking up and down in the hallway on the carpet past my room. They were dragging their feet as if there is something heavy on their back. I slept with the door open.
I did tell my mom that I can hear someone walking in hallway. As any mother would do, she said that it was nothing just the geyser making those weird noises. But was it...?
In 1992, I was 11; they made themselves known to me. I was once again sleeping on my back with my legs straight. I woke up and before I could do or say anything, I started feeling pressure on my toes. As if someone was pushing me down with their hands. It started at my toes and moved towards my head. I was awake. My eyes were closed. Afraid of what I might see. I couldn't move. As if I was paralyzed. I couldn't call out to my mother to help me. I can't even move my mouth. It felt like an hour which only was a minute or two.
The force paralyzing me started moving away slowly. I could move some of my fingers and as soon as I could move my lips, I screamed for my mom to help me. Then it moved away from me quickly. My mother came in and it was gone.
I explained to her what happened and she slept with me in my bed. Holding me tight and I can remember feeling safe. Thank goodness for mommies.
I still battle to sleep with my legs straight just in case they do that to me again. But no one can control the way they sleep so I do find myself sleeping like that now and again.
I can't explain who they are, but I do think they are the people who use to work and stay at the mine many many years ago.
Keep in mind this is just the first story of things I saw and felt at this house.
There are more stories and more houses with their stories. I think ghosts either love or hate me. Depends on how they left this world or what their moods are.