The new house was at the edge of the town on a hill with red bricks. The house was bright and seemed very normal at the time.
Once we we're all settled and living comfortably it started to happen...
The curtain railings would creek as though something was walking on it. It would only happen when people would be in the room and would talk. One night while cramming late night math homework after watching too much t.v., I turned off the radio in the adjacent kitchen which stayed on mostly through the day. I started to hear a weird sound coming from the now turned off radio. Next the oven that had not worked in a long time started to make a strange tapping sound during the late hours of the night. After that were the knocks on the door and footsteps in the ceiling. A string of weird events and sounds continued for a long time. Of course we always had rational excuses for what was happening but sometimes it just was too... like Skully denying everything Moulder was saying in an episode of X Files. I mean after all the strange paranormal activity she was the one who looked a little nuts by denying that the truth was out there. My brother was still the one to suffer the most because he would often experience more than we or the general person in the house would experience. Shadows constantly slipping past him. The feeling of something sitting on his chest at night. It was disturbing...My sister and I once had a little, almost burnt-like ring mark in the same places on our chests.
Our gardener would often find strange things in the yard. Pieces of crocodile legs, coins wrapped in red cloths, weird things wrapped in newspaper and so on...
To be continued...
