~Brendas's Story ~I have always seemed to live in active houses from the first time that I remember.  But a house that I lived in with my first husband was the worst of them all.  It was a very small one bedroom house with an attached mud room on the side.  I had always admired the house from my teens, we would go by it every day on the bus on our way to school.  It was such a cute little white house.  Well, the day came that I was able to move in. We moved in when I was pregnant with my first daughter.  Things started the first night we moved in.  In our bedroom we had a large closet with sliding wooden doors on it.  I have a "thing" about my closet doors being open at night, so I made sure that they were closed when we went to bed.  During the night I was awakened by a loud noise.  I layed there a minute not sure what to make of it, and it started  again.  That time my husband woke up and asked me what the hell that noise was.  By then I had figured it out.  I told him it was the closet door rattling. We layed there longer and it did it again.  I was pissed by now, and said that I was going to prove it to him.  He didn't quite believe it was happening.  So I got up, turned on the light and opened the door enough and shook it as hard as I could.  It made the exact same noise we had heard.  So I left the door open and we went back to bed.  (Since I've had wierd experiences before and lived in a house with a ghost I knew exactly what was happening. I was a little scared and thought "Oh great here we go again.)  After that we always made a point of leaving the door open to the closet.  Then after a few weeks we decided to try closing the doors again.  They started shaking again.  So they were never closed after that for the remainder of the time we were there. That wasn't the end of our experiences.  One night my husband was in the bathroom taking a bath, when all of a sudden something started pounding on the walls of our bedroom and bathroom.  I was in bed reading when that happened and the sound traveled all the way around the wall the whole bedroom.  It sounded like it was coming from the outside.  So my husband hurried and toweled off thinking someone was messing around the house.  He grabbed a rifle and went outside to look.  No body was there and there were no footprints.  That really scared the crap out us, and we slept with the gun that night.  We never had that happen again thank goodness. After our daughter was born, we were out in the yard one evening sitting on a blanket reading, when we were attacked by starlings.  They would dive bomb us, getting so close that my husband hit one with his book while he was still sitting down.  The birds would dive bomb us often when we came outside. Other things that happened there were:  you could hear someone running into the bedroom from the living room.  One night my husband came home really late at night and asked me why I ran into the bedroom.  I had been sound asleep and he woke me up when he came through the door.  Other times when I would be asleep, I would get the feeling that someone was watching me, and something would tickle my nose. Thankfully we moved about 6 months after we moved in.  After that I would take note to see how long someone would live in the house.  It didn't take someone long to move in and then move out.  The last time someone lived in the house it was the landlords daughter.  She didn't live there long and then they tore the house down.  I never did get a chance to talk to the landlord about the history of the house.  And I have never been that scared of living in any house as I was in that one. Brenda


ŠJune 23rd 2004 BabyLissa Home~More Stories