Growing Up Haunted: Memories of Strange Activity in My Childhood Home

By Laura

Did you ever want to go back to the childhood house you grew up in? You know, out of curiosity to see all the changes they may have made to the house since you last lived there? Or maybe to see if a special item you had hidden in a floorboard, attic, or a ceiling tile was ever found? To maybe see if your growth chart on a wall was still there marked in pencil? I would like to do that. Of course, I would! But my main reason for wanting to go back is to spend a few more nights there with all the ghosts and spirits or whatever that had haunted me as a child and teenager.

Scary Books and Movies

I grew up in a small village along Lake Erie, just outside of Buffalo New York. I was told since the earliest of days that the homes in my neighborhood were originally lake cottages. I was also always told that my house used to be a funeral home. For that I am not exactly sure, I never did the research to figure it out. Maybe I didn’t really want to know back then. But it sure was fun scaring the crap out of all of my friends when they slept over.

From an early age, I became obsessed with ghosts and vampires and all kinds of scary things. I had books on the supernatural, and scary movies of all kinds. I grew up with Stephen King books, and REAL scary movies like “Children of the Corn”, “Pet Cemetary”, “Burnt Offering”, “The Gate”, Freddy Krueger, and Chuckie. The types of movies that don’t come close to any of the movies they make today. I have yet to find a scary movie in these modern days that are worthy enough to even scare me. “White Noise” is probably the only one that gives me real chills.

Early (Ab)Normal Experiences

So aside from enjoying scaring my friends and watching countless horror flicks, things did happen to me in my childhood home that I am not sure how to even explain. There were always normal, or should I say abnormal, weird noises and bumps in the night, but there were stranger things. Which is why I want to go back. I need to go back. I would even pay the current owners to let me come back to the house for a few nights on my own.

My earliest possible paranormal experience occurred when I was about 4 or 5 years old. I was taking acrobat classes at the time and learning how to do somersaults and cartwheels. My house was two levels. You would walk up the stairs about 20 steps or so from the living room, up to a landing, and then go up five more stairs to the bedrooms. Going up the 20 steps there would be a wall to your left and then we had a 1970s type railing to act as a barrier on the right. My father had remodeled the stair area and decided to remove the railing for a more cleaner look.

For some reason one day as I was coming down the stairs from my bedroom I felt the urge to stand at the top of the landing, look down at the 20 or so steps below, and decided to somersault from the landing down. So I did! Like any 4 or 5 year-old girl new to acrobats would. As I was somersaulting down I saw what looked like angels appearing to the left of me where the railing used to be. I didn’t even feel myself hitting each step as I went down. It kind of felt like I was just floating. And when I got to the bottom I just stood up and walked away. To this day I still envision that exact scene in my head. I believe perhaps they were my guardian angels.

Strange Dreams and Sleep Paralysis

As I grew older into my pre-teen years, I always had strange reoccurring dreams. Almost as if something very large and bulky was sitting on my chest, holding me down, almost smothering me. I would wake up during the night and feel it, but could not move. I would also have reoccurring dreams that someone or something would be standing right next to my bed, with their face right next to mine looking at me while I slept. I remember waking up and not wanting to turn my head, but just opening my eyes and seeing something peering at me so close that I could almost touch it with the side of my face.

It wasn’t until I was about 16 or 17 years old when I believe I had some sort of a night paralysis phenomenon occur while sleeping. I can remember it happening on two occasions. I remember waking up in a panic, needing to get up and out as fast as possible. But I couldn’t move. At. All. The feeling of paralysis in my whole body panicked me more. I try yelling out for help thinking I must be having a medical emergency. My yell is silent. I panic more and try to lift my shoulders to get up but something is pushing me back down. I open my eyes wider and see dark shapes over me, not sure if my mind is playing tricks on me.

But the paralysis is frightening me more, and my yells turn into blood-curdling screams. I can feel my mouth stretch open wide and I can hear my screams in my head, but nothing comes out. And all of a sudden in stops. Just stops, all done, like nothing happened. I get up, and walk into my brother’s room across the hall and wake him up asking him why he didn’t help me when I was screaming. He tells me to go back to sleep, that I am nuts. I go back to my room to sleep.

Hunting for the Feeling Again

Into my adulthood, I’ve had those paralyzing dreams just a few more times. They were still just as scary. And now that I am what you call a so-called ghost hunter, I am only wishing that it would happen to me now. I am sure it will happen in due time, when I least expect it.

Until then, I will patiently wait and hope that one day I will be brave enough to knock on the door of my childhood house to ask their permission to visit my old spirits another time.

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