I remember laying in bed at night terrified of moving because it felt like I was being watched and sometimes I could feel something breathing on me, and it wasn't until many years later that my sister told me she also felt the same.
That was the beginning of many things to happen.
During the four years we lived there, we heard foot steps at night when everyone was in bed.It always felt like we were being watched and followed, and on a few occasions my sister awoke to find me sleep walking in the dark and threating to kill her. I was only 6, she was 15.
I would not stay at home alone, and when I was alone, I would usually stay close to the front door for a quick escape. Even when everyone was in the backyard, I would ask my sister to come in the house with me just to use the washroom.
When my cousin, who was 15 at the time slept over, half way into the night she awoke my dad and begged him to take her home. She was scared and wouldn't say why, but months later she told us she awoke in the night and saw a shadow by the bed, at first she thought it was my brother playing a trick on her and when she spoke to it it bent down towards her and disappeared. She never wanted to spend the night or go in our room again, which was by then on the second floor.
Although we each had many experiences while living there, no one really spoke about it until after we moved.
The most memorable however, was when one night we were in our beds and the fire alarm went off shortly after midnight. My sister, my brother and I went running down the stairs to the hall where it was and found my dad already there turning it off. We checked everything but there was no smoke in the house. We went back to bed and just as we were all settling down the alarm went off again. This time my dad decided to remove the batteries figuring they might be low and once again everyone went back to bed. Just as we got upstairs and into our rooms the alarm went off again. With no batteries. I remember my dad removing it from the wall while it was still beeping and trying to make it stop. When it finally stopped we just stood there staring at each other. No one said anything but I saw that everyone was confused and scared. Everyday there was something, and when we tried to complain, my parents who are of European background, didn't want to hear it or just brushed it off. However we know now that they to had experienced things in that house."