Post by rwalford79 on Jan 13, 2008 18:16:34 GMT -6
I have a story, that even sometimes I dont believe. I know that it happened, and I know that I sound totally crazy, and people often ask, "Are you sure that REALLY happened?". I feel I should tell my story, and get some insight and feed back.
Before I tell my story, I need to give a little backstory to my family and growing up life.
My parents had joint custody of me as a child, however I primarily lived with my mother, and her new boyfriend. Because of this we all moved to a big 4-Bedroom ranch style home, on the (then) outskirts of Silicon Valley. The house was rather large, with a small courtyard, and a spacious backyard. There was 3 hallways that lead to various parts of the house, and 2 bedrooms had windows that faced into the courtyard, mine being one of them.
My mother, unfortunately was a pot smoker, and an alcoholic, and my "stepfather" was always at work. I had to endure the mental and physical torment of my mother, and constistantly hear her tell me horror stories of her own life. One of the many stories she told me, was of her high school boyfriend who was decapitated while riding on a motorcycle. She claims he haunted her in a good way.
As I got older, I realized this was just another urban legend...Which might actually have later fueled my fire for researching Urban Legends.
One more of her claims, was that some nuns or Jehovas Witnesses came by and said that they once rented the house, and that it was haunted by some spirits, ones that harm, and they moved out. My mom told me this, and that they suggested we move too. My mom didnt believe them.
Shortly before moving into the house, my grandmother had passed away, and I had only 2 dreams about her since..Immediately after she passed, I had those two dreams, and I asked her never to visit me again...She never did. Im convinced that it was a calling to me, that I could see or feel people who passed on. Either that, or I was going crazy, which was also what I felt, torn between the two.
So one day, after we moved in, I started to get really weird feelings. I slept in the living room for about 3 days (while we unpacked everything), and I was to decide which of the 3 remaining bedrooms I wanted to move into. The one I liked the most looked out into the backyard sidewalk way, but when I got in the room, I realized something wasnt right.
My mom asked what it was, and I said, that there was something in the closet. My mother, thinking Im just being a kid, opened the closet and showed me there was nothing. But thats only when I felt the feelings more. I was absolutely terrified, and ran out of the room. I remember looking back down the hall, and seeing the other bedroom door, knowing just behind it, was something eerie.
I moved into the most front bedroom, that faced the courtyard. What I didnt think about was that the window in my room looked into the window of the room I was scared of...The one at the end of the hall, which too faced the courtyard.
I remember always feeling someone was looking at me from that room. Over the years we had various roommates, in those times, nothing much would happen, just little things.. Lights turning on and off by themselves when no one lived in the room. The door sometimes open, cold drafts coming out, sometimes closing without anyone being there..and the distinct sound of someone walking down the hallway, only when I looked back, I would see a shadow hide behind the corner.
One day, I came home from school, I made myself my afternoon sandwich, and was in the kitchen (which too had a window into the courtyard), and noticed the blinds in the scary room open up, and a light turn on. I ran out of the house, across the street to get my neighbor, whom I went to should my parents not be home and I needed something. We both came back, and to my amazement, the room was not only empty, but the blinds now closed, the light off, and the lightbulbs were COLD. I had the neighbor touch them to make sure they were on. I thought I was going crazy.
For a while after that not much else happened, except for my constant night terrors. The feeling I was always being watched, always cold, always uncomfortable. I would wake screaming, but not for my mother, if she came in, I would push her aside. Something about her put the fear of death into me. I would only attach myself to my stepfather, who had given me the only comfort I had, the belief that no matter what happened, I was safe.
One day, towards our last few months of us living there, I was sitting with my mom, and got bored of watching TV. I went to get a toy from my room, but I heard a noise down the hall, and my mom heard it too. We both got up to look, and I started to walk down the hall toward my room...My mom told me to stop, and turn around and walk toward her. I didnt know why, cause I didnt see what she did, but I felt something weird. I turned and looked at her, the face of terror I saw. I still to this day have never seen someone so paniced and pale with fear. I then started to walk toward her, and felt something grab my arms and stop me. My mom then screamed "NO! GET AWAY FROM HIM!", and then I fell to the ground, and started to crawl, all the while starting to scream and cry, "WHATS HAPPENING! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
My mom started to run toward me, and she stopped and screamed again, "GOD NO! DONT TOUCH HIM!" and I felt something grab my legs, and pull me down the hallway toward the scary room I hated. My mom ran after my and when she turned the corner, toward that room, I was laying on the floor curled in a ball, screaming and crying, "DONT TOUCH ME, LEAVE ME ALONE. I HATE YOU" and wouldnt let my mother touch me, but she dragged me into the living room, and then I regained myself.
She literally shook me, and said.."WE HAVE TO LEAVE" and she carried me out the backdoor, down the sidewalk area, and acoss the street to the neighbors house. We stayed there till my stepfather came home. My mom saw that I was bruised on my arms and legs, by hands much larger then both my parents. Immediate bruising was not common for me, it takes days.
My stepfather went into the room, found nothing, but did find the room cold, the heater vent opened and on full blast, and the closet door open. We never opened that vent to heat a room no one was in, the closet had no reason to be open.
We moved shortly there after to Sacramento California, and I have had no incidences like that, untill I got older, in October 2001... When something or someone was in my house, and once again, gave me notice it wanted to attack me. Thats for another thread though.
So my question for you...
Am I crazy?
Was my mothers stories a contributing factor to something physical that happened to me, that only my mom saw but I felt?
Is it possible that my house REALLY was haunted?
I wonder if the new people who live there have had things happen to them, or felt weird presences.
I would love to give away the house number, but I cant, its not right to the people who live there. That and I dont want to be known as the boy who was mentally screwed up and told a story of something that didnt happen... Sometimes I wonder if it really did happen or not.
But I will say the house is on a "Drive" off Landess and Yellowstone in Milpitas California...and everytime I pass by it now, or see pictures of it, or see views from Google Maps of it, I get an eerie feeling coming from where that room next to the courtyard is.
Someone care to hear me out?
Before I tell my story, I need to give a little backstory to my family and growing up life.
My parents had joint custody of me as a child, however I primarily lived with my mother, and her new boyfriend. Because of this we all moved to a big 4-Bedroom ranch style home, on the (then) outskirts of Silicon Valley. The house was rather large, with a small courtyard, and a spacious backyard. There was 3 hallways that lead to various parts of the house, and 2 bedrooms had windows that faced into the courtyard, mine being one of them.
My mother, unfortunately was a pot smoker, and an alcoholic, and my "stepfather" was always at work. I had to endure the mental and physical torment of my mother, and constistantly hear her tell me horror stories of her own life. One of the many stories she told me, was of her high school boyfriend who was decapitated while riding on a motorcycle. She claims he haunted her in a good way.
As I got older, I realized this was just another urban legend...Which might actually have later fueled my fire for researching Urban Legends.
One more of her claims, was that some nuns or Jehovas Witnesses came by and said that they once rented the house, and that it was haunted by some spirits, ones that harm, and they moved out. My mom told me this, and that they suggested we move too. My mom didnt believe them.
Shortly before moving into the house, my grandmother had passed away, and I had only 2 dreams about her since..Immediately after she passed, I had those two dreams, and I asked her never to visit me again...She never did. Im convinced that it was a calling to me, that I could see or feel people who passed on. Either that, or I was going crazy, which was also what I felt, torn between the two.
So one day, after we moved in, I started to get really weird feelings. I slept in the living room for about 3 days (while we unpacked everything), and I was to decide which of the 3 remaining bedrooms I wanted to move into. The one I liked the most looked out into the backyard sidewalk way, but when I got in the room, I realized something wasnt right.
My mom asked what it was, and I said, that there was something in the closet. My mother, thinking Im just being a kid, opened the closet and showed me there was nothing. But thats only when I felt the feelings more. I was absolutely terrified, and ran out of the room. I remember looking back down the hall, and seeing the other bedroom door, knowing just behind it, was something eerie.
I moved into the most front bedroom, that faced the courtyard. What I didnt think about was that the window in my room looked into the window of the room I was scared of...The one at the end of the hall, which too faced the courtyard.
I remember always feeling someone was looking at me from that room. Over the years we had various roommates, in those times, nothing much would happen, just little things.. Lights turning on and off by themselves when no one lived in the room. The door sometimes open, cold drafts coming out, sometimes closing without anyone being there..and the distinct sound of someone walking down the hallway, only when I looked back, I would see a shadow hide behind the corner.
One day, I came home from school, I made myself my afternoon sandwich, and was in the kitchen (which too had a window into the courtyard), and noticed the blinds in the scary room open up, and a light turn on. I ran out of the house, across the street to get my neighbor, whom I went to should my parents not be home and I needed something. We both came back, and to my amazement, the room was not only empty, but the blinds now closed, the light off, and the lightbulbs were COLD. I had the neighbor touch them to make sure they were on. I thought I was going crazy.
For a while after that not much else happened, except for my constant night terrors. The feeling I was always being watched, always cold, always uncomfortable. I would wake screaming, but not for my mother, if she came in, I would push her aside. Something about her put the fear of death into me. I would only attach myself to my stepfather, who had given me the only comfort I had, the belief that no matter what happened, I was safe.
One day, towards our last few months of us living there, I was sitting with my mom, and got bored of watching TV. I went to get a toy from my room, but I heard a noise down the hall, and my mom heard it too. We both got up to look, and I started to walk down the hall toward my room...My mom told me to stop, and turn around and walk toward her. I didnt know why, cause I didnt see what she did, but I felt something weird. I turned and looked at her, the face of terror I saw. I still to this day have never seen someone so paniced and pale with fear. I then started to walk toward her, and felt something grab my arms and stop me. My mom then screamed "NO! GET AWAY FROM HIM!", and then I fell to the ground, and started to crawl, all the while starting to scream and cry, "WHATS HAPPENING! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
My mom started to run toward me, and she stopped and screamed again, "GOD NO! DONT TOUCH HIM!" and I felt something grab my legs, and pull me down the hallway toward the scary room I hated. My mom ran after my and when she turned the corner, toward that room, I was laying on the floor curled in a ball, screaming and crying, "DONT TOUCH ME, LEAVE ME ALONE. I HATE YOU" and wouldnt let my mother touch me, but she dragged me into the living room, and then I regained myself.
She literally shook me, and said.."WE HAVE TO LEAVE" and she carried me out the backdoor, down the sidewalk area, and acoss the street to the neighbors house. We stayed there till my stepfather came home. My mom saw that I was bruised on my arms and legs, by hands much larger then both my parents. Immediate bruising was not common for me, it takes days.
My stepfather went into the room, found nothing, but did find the room cold, the heater vent opened and on full blast, and the closet door open. We never opened that vent to heat a room no one was in, the closet had no reason to be open.
We moved shortly there after to Sacramento California, and I have had no incidences like that, untill I got older, in October 2001... When something or someone was in my house, and once again, gave me notice it wanted to attack me. Thats for another thread though.
So my question for you...
Am I crazy?
Was my mothers stories a contributing factor to something physical that happened to me, that only my mom saw but I felt?
Is it possible that my house REALLY was haunted?
I wonder if the new people who live there have had things happen to them, or felt weird presences.
I would love to give away the house number, but I cant, its not right to the people who live there. That and I dont want to be known as the boy who was mentally screwed up and told a story of something that didnt happen... Sometimes I wonder if it really did happen or not.
But I will say the house is on a "Drive" off Landess and Yellowstone in Milpitas California...and everytime I pass by it now, or see pictures of it, or see views from Google Maps of it, I get an eerie feeling coming from where that room next to the courtyard is.
Someone care to hear me out?