Best time of the season, in my opinion. The weather is starting to cool down, and there’s this ominous feeling in the air. Is the ominous feeling from man? Most likely, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it.
The paranormal has always held my interest, since it’s the only thing that seems to keep man’s destructive curiosity in the same place. It keeps mystery in the world. Keeps questions flowing through us. Do I believe every paranormal story I hear? No. I’m not that gullible… But there are a few that make me question.
When I was 4 years old, we moved to Arizona in this lovely little white house. There was nothing special about the neighborhood we were in, or we assumed the people we got the house from… But there was something wrong with that place.
I heard a lot of voices at night. At first, I assumed it was my parents talking… But the more I listened, the more I realized they were speaking complete jibberish. There were no words. Just tones that made them sound like words. I’d also hear a pounding on my window every once in awhile… Which was right above my bed. As you can imagine, I didn’t sleep there very often. A lot of times, I retreated to my grandmother’s room. Sometimes I purposefully did it, others I just ended up there without remembering the trip the previous night.
I’ve got a few more stories about that house, but I’ll continue those next time I post.