June 6, 2007
Footsteps Behind Me
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J. Howard, Livingston, California, 1988-1989
My fiancée(now ex-husband) and I decided to rent a house together in early
March 1988. He moved in a few weeks before me because I was expecting our
daughter the first of April so I needed to stay in the town that my doctor
and the hospital were in. Me and my oldest daughter would go and spend the
weekends with him before the baby was born and all was normal. The layout of
the house was different than any house I'd ever been in and he explained
that it was originally a store. The only bad feeling I had about the house
at that time was the fact that the only thing between our yard and Highway
99 was a chain link fence. It was a corner lot and there had been more than
a few fatal accidents at that intersection. We could find no other reason
for the strange occurrences.
Strange things started happening the first day I moved in. We lived there a
little over a year and had many experiences. Things would disappear then we
would find the item in an odd location sitting out in plain sight. We heard
voices, felt cold spots, and our animals wouldn't enter the children's room,
in fact our dogs would growl and back away from the doorway. There was a
basement and I had a weight machine down there so everyday while my
daughters were napping I would go down there to work out, and every time I
would hear very heavy footsteps going from my living room to the girls'
room. The first few times I ran upstairs to see who was in my house, but
nobody was there. In the living room there was this place on the floor that
when anyone stepped there, the floor would creak, and if you were sitting in
our recliner, you could feel the floor give a little.
There was one night around midnight, my kids were in bed and my fiancée had
went to pick his teenage niece up so she could come and spend some time with
us. I was sitting in the recliner and the floor behind me creaked and I felt
t give, but the noise and the give were bigger than usual, like someone or
something big had walked up behind me. My hair stood on end and I came
pretty close to panicking because the floor kept creaking at intervals like
there was somebody circling me and I felt like I was being watched. I
really wanted to get up and run from the house but there was no way I
could have carried both my daughters out, so I got some control over my
fear. The only thing I could do to keep from losing my head was to talk so I
said, "I don't know who or what you are but I'll make a deal with you. You
leave me alone and I won't make you leave." The floor creaked a few more
times and then the feeling that I was being watched was gone.
About thirty minutes later my fiancée and his niece came in. It was late so I
made a bed for her in the living room on the couch and we all went to bed.
Once we were in the bedroom and she couldn't hear us, I told him what had
happened. Because his niece lived over two hours away, the plan was for her
to stay the weekend. That morning when he woke up and went into the living
room she was already awake and sitting on the couch. He asked if she had
slept okay. She said that she hadn't slept at all and that as soon as he
could get ready she wanted him to take her home. She told us she was sorry
but that she was never going to come back to that house again and said she
didn't want to explain why. She never did come back to that house. It was
obvious to us that she had experienced something and whatever it was it
wasn't very nice.
