Welcome back to the playhouse!
So we've been discussing childhood paranormal experiences, and as promised, I'm gonna wrap up this topic with some experiences from yours truly.
I lived a most peculiar, and haunted childhood. From as far back as I can remember, very strange things happened that I could never find a logical explanation for. I have theories of course, but no solid proof of anything.
One of the very first things I remember "out of the ordinary" was the day I heard my grandad's voice...when he wasn't anywhere around at the time!
I guess I must have been around 4 or 5 at the time, we were living in Tennessee and my parents were divorced. My mother worked long hours, so I spent most of my time with my grandparents. On this particular day, my grandmother and I (and her chijuajua "lil bit") were sittin' on the couch watching "Hee Haw"...(one of my grandma's favorite shows) while my grandad was at work. Roy Clark & Buck Owens were a pickin' & a grinnin', and everything seemed quite normal.
That is, until...from the back bedroom...we heard my grandpa's voice calling to my grandmother!
"PAT?" it called. I say "IT" because even though "it" sounded just like my grandpa's voice, there was no way it was him...because he was miles away at the time!
I remember the dog becoming very disturbed, as were my grandmother and I. And to this day, I still can't explain it. This was only the beginning of the weirdness...
Fast forward a couple of years...
By now, we had moved from Tennessee to an island off the coast of Georgia, called "St. Simons Island"...we lived in a house that had once been the site of a large cotton plantation.
It was in this house, that every night after everyone was in bed, I would hear a small bell ding (like the kind you would see at a hotel check-in desk) and immediately following this ding, I would hear what sounded like people furiously cleaning the kitchen. Sweeping, mopping, washing the dishes, etc. Never any voices, just cleaning sounds...night after night, after night.
It wasn't until many years later that my step father revealed that he too, had heard these ghostly sounds...with never a "living" soul actually in the kitchen.
(Perhaps a few dead ones though!)
This frightened me a bit, but it didn't disturb me as bad as the house on Kelsall Avenue...
The house on Kelsall Avenue, has been the source of many of my nightmares over the years, and still gives me the shivers just thinking about it. It was in this house, that I felt a very real sense of PURE EVIL!!
There was something about my bedroom closet in this house, that really frightened me.
Perhaps it was because I would see the doorknob turn at night...or because I could hear things sliding across the floor in it...or because I could just feel the evilness coming from it.
After a while, that evilness came out of the closet, and made itself heard and felt in the room as well.
I remember hiding under the covers with my fat orange cat Marmalade, listening to my toys moving around in the room, and holding my breath, to try and fool the "presence" in to thinking I was asleep. I know it was silly, but as long as I had the covers all tucked around me, I felt so much safer than if I'd not had them.
Until the night the evil came under the covers with me!
And I will tell you about that in part five!