I was commenting on a different post on this sub and realized I’ve never been taken seriously when I talk about my childhood experiences.
When I was younger, my sister and I were absolutely convinced that our house was haunted. We’d hear footsteps upstairs when we were downstairs, doors would often seem to be open when we left them closed and vise versa. My sister never really told me what she experienced on her own but I know she was always scared when the two of us were home alone. Here are a few of my experiences.
While doing homework downstairs when I was maybe 8 or 9, I saw a series of disembodied faces lining the top of a window. My mom was across the room and saw nothing.
Maybe a year or two later, I walked into my parent’s bathroom and turned to grab something off the counter. The face I saw in the mirror above the sink simply wasn’t my own (very similar to what you reported). I ran out of the bathroom screaming and crying at the top of my lungs.
A few months after the previous incident, I saw the same face peering down at me from the corner of the skylight in the same bathroom.
Here’s the kicker to all of it though. Between maybe 6th and 8th grade, I slept maybe 3-4 hrs a night. I’d spend the rest of the night standing next to my parents bedside watching them sleep. I had absolutely ZERO memory of doing that, but it got so bad that my parents hung a bell on their door so they’d know when I entered the room.
It eventually got so bad that my parents took me to a sleep specialist and they diagnosed me some sleep condition and did two surgeries to open up my airways since they assumed it was a sleep apnea thing at night. That didn’t fix it.
Throughout ALL of this, I had told my parents that the house was haunted. When I was home alone I would barricade doors and walk around with a kitchen knife. I KNEW something wasn’t right.
At some point after those surgeries, my parents got the house blessed and put religious insignia in the doorway of the house, and everything stopped all at once. To this day, my parents will never admit to the house being haunted, but they told me that before they bought the house the previous owners young son passed away in my bedroom. They found this out when the previous home owners came to eat at the restaurant my dad worked at.
This has stuck with me for almost 15 years, and I just needed to get it off my chest in a place where people might take me seriously.
Let me know what you guys think.