As I said, lots of creepy stuff’s happened in my family, on both sides. But some of the creepiest things have happened in my Mimi’s house. It’s been around for a while, probably since the early 1900s at the most. It was definitely around in the forties, if the burnt postcards we found behind the mantle have anything to say about it.
These are a bit long together, so I’ll put the last two under a cut. Though, they are quite interesting if you want a few things explained.
The bathroom on the first floor is next to an office of sorts, where, when I was much younger, my toys and my own kid-sized rocking chair were kept. I was very young at the time, probably four or five, so I can only tell this story from hazy recollections and the word of my grandmother.
Since she had to take a shower, she decided to have me play in the office so that she could hear if I were to need anything. She told me that she heard me talking to myself, as children do when they play, but eventually I became angry and started shouting (which I vaguely remember doing). Thinking that there was something wrong, she hastily put on a towel and came to check on me. I was standing in front of my rocking chair. She asked what was wrong.
"He won’t get out! He says it’s his chair, but it’s my chair! He won’t give it back!” The young boy sitting in my chair was older than me, seven, probably. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and wore overalls over a white t-shirt. His feet were bare. The boy is the most vivid thing about the experience I can remember. Mimi couldn’t see him.
It was many years later, and she was home alone. Completely alone, as she had not yet gotten her cat. She was in that state of half-sleep when she felt something jump up onto the bed. The bed shook as if someone was crawling on all fours, but with the weight of something much heavier than a house pet. She laid absolutely still, afraid, and recalling all those legends of creepy things that come to your bed at night.
It crawled up behind her back, as she was facing the side of the bed. It was still for a few moments. Then it laid down, curling up against her. She could feel the pressure against her back, not unlike the feeling of myself when I got scared and would huddle up against her for comfort.