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I believe that I have had something following me since I can remember. Even now, as an adult, I believe that whatever it is, is still with me today. I know that there are skeptics out there and they can feel free to believe what they so choose to, however, the experiences I had growing up and even in recent years have made me strongly believe that there are things in this world that we will never understand. Here is just a few of the smaller experiences that I had while living in my childhood home.
I was about 14 years old when this happened. Just to give you a layout of the house, my room was in the very front, right across from my younger brother. My mother and her boyfriend had a room on the very opposite end of the house and my sister’s was more towards the middle. I was lying on my bed just browsing through my phone when I thought I heard someone whisper my name. My name is Sophia and the name that I thought I heard was “Sophie”. The only person who ever called me that was my father. My father passed away when I was nine. I stopped scrolling through my phone and listened a little more closely. Nothing. I started scrolling through my phone again. A few minutes later, I heard my doorknob lightly jiggle. My door was unlocked so if someone wanted to come in, they could. I stopped what I was doing again and listened. Nothing. I got up off my bed and opened the door. There was nobody there. We had a dog gate in the utility room door to block the dogs from getting to the front of the house where our rooms were. I thought that I heard the sound that my foot sometimes makes when it hits the gate while walking over it. Don’t judge me, I have short legs and sometimes I can’t lift them completely over. Anyway, I walked out to the other part of the house to see if someone else in the house was awake. I checked my sister’s room and she was sound asleep. I went and put my ear to my mom’s bedroom door and I heard absolutely nothing. I went back to the front of my house and peeked in my brother’s room and he was out cold as well. I just shrugged my shoulders and went back to my room, shut the door and plopped back down on my bed. About five minutes later, my bedroom door slowly swung open. Freaked out, I looked up from my phone to see if someone may have heard me get up and came to check on me. However, there was nobody there. I decided I was done, got up and said out loud, “That’s enough!” and shut the door. I turned my TV on so if there were anymore sounds, I would not hear them and laid down to go to sleep. Nothing more happened that night.
That same year, my sister would have been 10 and my brother nine. We all had our own rooms at this point. I had previously shared a room with my sister for several years. I was lying in bed trying to sleep when my brother came into my room upset and asking if he could sleep with me. I said of course he could, but I obviously wanted to know why. He told me that he was sleeping and had woken up to see a man walking across his bedroom. The man then turned and looked at him but didn’t say anything. My brother started crying and hid under his covers. He said he stayed under them for a while until he gathered up the courage to peek out. The man was gone and there was no sign that anyone had ever been in his room for the door never opened or closed. He got up and came straight to my room. While my brother was telling me this, my sister comes bursting through the door in tears. She said she thought she seen someone walk by her window. She was wanting to sleep with me as well. I told them that they could, but we needed to let our mom know what was going on. We all stayed close to one another and walked to my mom’s room at the opposite end of the house. We knocked on her door and woke her up. She came out and I told her what my brother and sister had told me. She then woke up her boyfriend. He grabbed the shotgun that he kept in the house and told us to go into their room and to lock the door. He walked through the house and then went outside and walked around as well. There was nobody there. After everything seemed to be safe, we were sent back to bed. All three of us slept in my room with the door locked all night.
This next instance happened about a year later when I was 16. My boyfriend at the time has won me a stuffed penguin at some silly little carnival we had going on in the town near us. I slept with this penguin every night. I had woken up in the middle of night and needed to pee. I had the penguin next to me like I normally do. I pushed it to the side and got up to go to the bathroom. I came back in, crawled into bed and realized that there was a new scent in the air. It smelled like cigarette smoke. I do not smoke and neither does anyone else in the house. My father who had passed away was the only one that smoked. I kind of shrugged it off and closed my eyes to go back to sleep. It was then that I realized that my penguin wasn’t where I had left it. I felt around for it but it was not in my bed. I shined my phone light onto the floor thinking that maybe it had fallen when I got up. Not there either. I got out of bed and turned the light on. The penguin was sitting on my bookshelf across the room perfectly upright. I would be lying if I didn’t say that it freaked me out. I grabbed the penguin, got back into bed and went to sleep.
There was a week when I was 19 that I had to house sit for a friend of the family. I was staying there so would just go there to sleep and take care of the animals right from work. It had been about my third night there and I had worked a 12-hour shift, so I was beat. I fed the animals, had some dinner and went straight to bed. It was about 3am when I was woken up by every smoke detector in the house going off. This was a huge three-story house so there were quite a few of them. I looked around the entire house for any sign of fire or smoke. There was nothing out of the ordinary. I had to run out to the garage in the dark to grab a ladder. I then proceeded to run around the house unplugging every smoke detector that there was. Finally, when I had them all unplugged and the noise stopped, I was able to calm down. I laid back in bed thinking that I might be able to get back to sleep. It was earily silent in the house when I thought I heard footsteps on the hardwood floor coming towards the bedroom. I was trying to listen a little bit closer when the two smaller dogs that were sleeping with me started growling and looking at the door to the bedroom. I was hoping that the cat was on the other side wanting in to join the slumber party. I got up, turned on the lights, opened the door and there was nobody there. I left the lights on and kept them on the rest of the night. Needless to say, I did not sleep at all the rest of that night.
There were a lot of smaller instances that happened while I lived at that house. Like kitchen cabinets opening and shutting while there was nobody in the kitchen. Knocking on the walls and voices that we could not explain away. When walking through the house at night to go to the bathroom, I felt like I was being watched and would get so uncomfortable that I would rush. I moved out about six years ago into my own apartment where I have had brand new experiences. Which I will gladly tell you about in a different submission. My Mom told me that not much has happened in her house since I left.

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