Unexplainable

I have had a few experiences some may call “paranormal” or just unexplainable. Most of these events all have one major factor in common; they took place in one house that I used to live in. I lived with my dad and siblings and my moms parents up until I was in around second grade, this was when I moved in to a fairly old house. It seemed relatively okay, it like every house had its faults. I lived in this house for up to the summer before sixth grade, and this story is more about a group of events compared to just one. My older brother and I shared a room in this house and in our room was a room that led to the attic. It was not uncommon for us to hear footsteps in the attic, or anywhere else such as the regular stairs. Whether the things we experienced were real, or a creation of our minds fear is up to you to decide but I believe I what I saw and felt was real. It began with my Brother; he would hear things or even feel light touches. It got worse when there were times that he would feel forceful pressure on his body to the point that he couldn’t get up, move, or even scream. These events led to my brother whom is about six years old than me, waking me up late at night and even sleeping with me. One night he slept with me and woke me up to tell me that there was a man at the bottom of my bed, standing on the ladder. We have more than one witness who didn’t live with us who experienced things such as the opening and closing of cupboards, blankets shuffling. The truly frightful story started out as a fairly normal night, my father and his girlfriend decided to go out leaving me, my sister, my best friend, and my brother under the watch of my brother’s girlfriend. The night when fine up until bedtime, the boys and the babysitter were in my room and my sister in hers. My sister seemed to be jealous, but she started banging on my door, screaming that she felt like something was entering her. Elizabeth(the babysitter) started yelling that she was going to call my dad, my sister responded by yelling for her not to and then begging for her to do so. My sister became very upset and went into her room, my brother followed her in and she began screaming and swearing in a voice that was not her own. He ordered for her to stop, she charged into my dad’s room and proceeded to throw objects including glass bottles and a fire-proof case at my brother. Finally calming her down we ran over to our neighbor’s house, whose wife was the daughter of our landlord. We explained it and told him there was something in the house, and he told us we were wrong and to go back in and go to bed. We went back to our house, and tried to contact anyone we could. We couldn’t get a hold of my dad anywhere, but our ex-babysitter told us to put her in a room by herself but she refused to be alone. So we sat in the living room watching TV and my sister looked at me and I will never forget the look in her eyes. It was not a look from my sister, then she looked at our dog, and he growled a deep growl at her and he never growled at anyone. She said she had to go to the bathroom, but to get to our bathroom you had to go through the kitchen and my brother didn’t want her near knives. So he refused to take her or let her go there. Eventually we talk to my dad on the phone, and he came home and brought his parents. My grandparents performed what most would call an exorcism; since they are not priest I’m unsure if it technically was an exorcism. As my grandparents performed this, the rest of us kids were sent to bed. My father never spoke to us about this matter, probably trying to pretend it didn’t happen. We never had any more problems of this magnitude, the only problem after that happened to my step-brother Remington. I was walking to take my dog outside when he jumped off our stair well over to the door. He said that there was a face upstairs looking at him, my parents pushed it off as nothing but a nightmare. I was shaken by this for some reason, when it was time for me to go to bed I went upstairs cautiously. As I lay in bed he kept telling me that it wouldn’t stop looking at him, I told him to close his eyes and go to sleep. Nothing he said bothered me anymore except right before I drifted off to sleep I heard him say “Ian it smiled at me”. Now this statement sent chills through my body.
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