how many of you all actually believe in ghosts?? i never used too. but when me and my mom moved in to a trailer when i was 4, that began to change. i know to some of you this may all sound crazy, but i have to tell ppl. i have to get my stories out there. as i grew older, i started noticing a lot of strange things happening around the house. when i laid in bed, i would hear footsteps up and down the hallway outside my bedroom door. i would go and check to see if it was mom, but she was sound asleep in her bed. so i would go in to the livingroom, and watch some tv because i was to afraid to sleep. and out of the corner of my eyes, i would see shadowy figures. watching me. so i would walk around the house. pacing the floors. but still that sence of being watched was still there. after staying up until i was so tired, my eyes burned, i would go on to bed. but never did i ever go to bed before the sun rised. i felt perhaps if i slept in the day light, what ever creature was in my house, wouldn't get me in broad daylight.
many times i would go in to the bathroom, and do my business. where the toilet sets, i could see the mirror, and the mirror reflected the hallway. yes... the hallway with the heavy footsteps. i could hear the footsteps.... coming closer and closer.... i would shake on the toilet. wanting to look in the mirror, but far to scared to do so. in fear that i might actually see something!! the footsteps would grow louder and louder, the closer they got. and then... they would stop. but only for a while, before starting up again. when ever i left the bathroom, i would sprint to my bedroom. and hide under the covers. as if the blankets were gonna save me.
my mom heard voices in her bedroom many times. she always told me it sounded like her radio was on, but when she would lean next to her radio, she realized the voices werent coming from there. she too heard the footsteps in the hallway and in the bathroom. she always thought it was me stomping around the house and playing. but when she came to check, i was either watching tv, or asleep.
one time, i had a friend over at the house, we were playing, and we went in to a different room. when we came back, we discovered that one of our toys had moved accross the room. and no one was in the house except for us and my dog. and at the time, my dog was just a pup. so no way could she have reached the coffee table and moved something from there to the counter.
there were also many many times where i would be in my mom's bedroom, and feel something after me. like running after me. i would sprint down the hall, and in to the livingroom crying my little eyes out to my mom. saying "mama, something was trying to get me!!!"
she would hold me and tell me it was nothing.
but after living in the place for 14 years. my mom bought another house. which is the one we live in now. and all those years of living in that fucking freakshow of a place, never did mymom tell me she experienced the same things i did. until i asked her about it. she told me everything she had seen, heard, and felt. so i knew i wasnt crazy. mom said she never wanted to tell me what was going on, in the fear that she would only scare me even more. she reminded me of how many times i would come to her in the middle of the night saying "mommy... there are ghosts that live with us..."
for a while we still stayed in contact with our neighbors. and we asked them about their homes.... and strangely...they all had the same stories!! so perhaps it wasnt just our home. but the land that was haunted. now that i think about it... i wonder if the cemetary at the corner of the trailer park has anything to do with the strange happenings...
