“A few years ago (when I was still living at home), my father started renovations in the living room. With the walls being knocked down and me falling in love with the aged wallpaper underneath, I of course started joking around about how the renovations were going to cause a haunting and how the previous owner wasn’t going to like the changes. Turns out I was half right.
Eyes in the Dark
Over the next few days, after settling down to sleep at night, I had the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. The first night, I was just starting to fall asleep when I heard the floor creak by my bedroom door as if someone had just walked into the room. My dad was a man of many pranks, and of course I just assumed it was him trying to scare me. He did this ALL the time, and I thought he was taking advantage of my ‘theory’ to scare me.
I laid there and listened, and when I didn’t hear anything I groggily told him he wasn’t funny and that I was tired. Even though I couldn’t hear him, I could feel him watching me. So, irritated, I sat up and yelled ‘WHAT?’. I expected to see him hiding at the foot of my bed, but when I leaned over I saw absolutely nothing. I thought that was a little weird, but figured the house was just settling. I eventually went back to sleep.
The exact same thing happened the next night: Just as I was about to fall asleep, the floor creaked by the door and then again by the foot of my bed. Again I found nothing when I got up to investigate.
When I asked my dad about it in the morning, he told me he hadn’t come upstairs. I assumed he was lying and told him he was being creepy and that he needed to stop. I said he was taking his little scare prank a bit too far.
The following night I actually made it to sleep with no problem. But I was then pulled from sleep in one of those ways where your eyes don’t open but you’re awake and aware. I felt as if someone was inches from my face, staring at me. I managed to open my eyes just a little but saw absolutely nothing. At this point, I was terrified and trying to convince myself it was imagination, even though deep down I knew it wasn’t.
Voices in the Night
Another night passed and I woke up in the middle of the night, sitting straight up. I heard screaming in my head. It was a man’s voice saying ‘HE’S ONLY 20, HE’S TOO YOUNG TO DIE.’ I was somehow aware that it had to do with war, but I had no idea why. I shrugged it off, thinking I’d officially lost it, and went back to sleep. I woke up again to the feeling of being watched. It was as if someone set up a chair across the room and sat there to watch me sleep.
The next night, I again woke up in the middle of the night, sitting straight up. I was saying aloud, ‘All the crops are destroyed, they’ll never survive the war.’
The next night when I woke up, I was as stiff as a board and was certain something was approaching the bed. I was sure something was going to grab me at any minute. The air in the room felt so thick and it seemed terribly overcrowded. I was terrified to the point that I was nearly crying. Clutching the blankets even tighter around me, I start pleading, ‘Please go away, please go away, please go away. Whatever or whoever you are, I don’t want you here. I want you to leave me alone. Go away!’
And I swear, just like that, it was as if someone opened a window. Everything lightened back up, and I felt like I was the only person in the room. After that, everything returned to normal. Until the newspaper came.
A Soldier’s Spirit?
It was weird that I even read the paper because my mom usually recycled it as soon as it came. But for some reason I was curious, and I grabbed the paper before she did. To shorten an already long story, inside was an article about the town’s history. It stated that during the French and Indian war, my house, along with many others on our street, served as a training grounds and hospital of sorts for soldiers. Before the soldiers shipped out, Indians set fire to the crops and many of the soldiers starved to death before ever setting foot on a battlefield. So my question is this: Was my experience in the house a weird coincidence or was a soldier trying to get in touch?”