Jennasis
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Dh is watching a documentary on the making of the Exorcist (scariest fricking movie ever!), and it got me thinking about my first home. For 13 years my family lived in a lovely small house in a small town on the eastern part of Long Island, NY. When my father made the mistake of decorating the home in a "distasteful" manner for a Halloween party one year (he hung a dummy in the basement starewell, in essence making an effigy) he apparently enraged the otherwise quite peaceful spirit that had been dwelling in the house unbeknownst to all but my older sister (who was a bit over 4) and my mother. The ghost was that of a gentleman who had died of a heart attack several decades earlier in the home. My sister said she remembers talking to someone in her room (prior to the Halloween party) when there wasn;t anyone in there with her, The spirit would sort of watch her and protect her she said and my mom would recall instances of feeling a presence in the home when she was alone. She could "smell" cologne or she would hear a cough or a whisper but would be alone in the basement doing laundry...then dad made the stupid effigy...and things got ugly.
The hairdryer turned on by itself...in the hall closet...unplugged.
My mother would be in the basement doing laundry and feel someone touch her shoulder, and when she whipped around there wouldn't be anyone there.
One night my parents were sleeping and my mother awoke to hear a bizarre clicking sound from the ceiling of the bedroom as they were lying in bed (like cards in the spokes of a bicycle). It started clicking slowly and then got faster and faster and louder and louder and actually was moving in a circular motion around the room. Panic stricken, my mother began saying the "Our Father" prayer aloud over and over and the noise suddenly stopped.
My dad poo pooed the instances. My mom was terrified of the house and wanted to move. The more she insisted they move the weireder things got. Doors that were left unlocked would suddenly be locked...etc. One night my dad was going out to watch a movie at my uncles and my mother had a huge fight with him, begging not to be left alone in the "haunted" house. He went anyway (what a jerk right?) While they were fighting, my sister was in bed and says the bed began to shake and a voice from UNDERNEATH the bed called out to her and said "Jessica, don't be afraid...it's me....it's uncle Bobby." Now we did have an uncle bobby (that's who my dad was going to watch a movie with). But the guy who died in the house was named Robert and the people in the neighborhood we learned many years later used to call him UNCLE BOBBY!
The next day my mother made our family priest come over to see the house and counsel her. When he walked in, he immediately froze and looked at my mother and said in shock "What DID you DO??" He apparently could sense the overwhelming anguish from "Uncle Bobby". My sister upon seeing priest FREAKED OUT! She wanted him out of the house. My mother calmed her down and assured her that the priest wasn't going to hurt the "Uncle Bobby". The priest did a blessing on the home and my parents both had some prayers they had to do as some sort of atonement for offending the spirit, and the weird stuff stopped immediately.
Uncle Bobby still visited my sister every night. She had a rocking chair in her room that would rock on it;s own. We assumed it was Uncle Bobby watching over her.
These events did indeed take place. I was an infant at the time. But my home was in fact inhabited by a ghost.
The hairdryer turned on by itself...in the hall closet...unplugged.
My mother would be in the basement doing laundry and feel someone touch her shoulder, and when she whipped around there wouldn't be anyone there.
One night my parents were sleeping and my mother awoke to hear a bizarre clicking sound from the ceiling of the bedroom as they were lying in bed (like cards in the spokes of a bicycle). It started clicking slowly and then got faster and faster and louder and louder and actually was moving in a circular motion around the room. Panic stricken, my mother began saying the "Our Father" prayer aloud over and over and the noise suddenly stopped.
My dad poo pooed the instances. My mom was terrified of the house and wanted to move. The more she insisted they move the weireder things got. Doors that were left unlocked would suddenly be locked...etc. One night my dad was going out to watch a movie at my uncles and my mother had a huge fight with him, begging not to be left alone in the "haunted" house. He went anyway (what a jerk right?) While they were fighting, my sister was in bed and says the bed began to shake and a voice from UNDERNEATH the bed called out to her and said "Jessica, don't be afraid...it's me....it's uncle Bobby." Now we did have an uncle bobby (that's who my dad was going to watch a movie with). But the guy who died in the house was named Robert and the people in the neighborhood we learned many years later used to call him UNCLE BOBBY!
The next day my mother made our family priest come over to see the house and counsel her. When he walked in, he immediately froze and looked at my mother and said in shock "What DID you DO??" He apparently could sense the overwhelming anguish from "Uncle Bobby". My sister upon seeing priest FREAKED OUT! She wanted him out of the house. My mother calmed her down and assured her that the priest wasn't going to hurt the "Uncle Bobby". The priest did a blessing on the home and my parents both had some prayers they had to do as some sort of atonement for offending the spirit, and the weird stuff stopped immediately.
Uncle Bobby still visited my sister every night. She had a rocking chair in her room that would rock on it;s own. We assumed it was Uncle Bobby watching over her.
These events did indeed take place. I was an infant at the time. But my home was in fact inhabited by a ghost.
Why did I read this? I should have known better! 
. He later had the same experience with the washer. Then, one weekend while I was gone visiting my parents, he was home by himself. He fell asleep on the couch. When he woke up, he wandered toward the bathroom...he looked in a bedroom and saw a "foggy" figure of an old man sitting on the bed. He gaped at it, then looked away and shook his head. The figure was gone when he looked back again.
