Rich Evans Simp
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- Apr 27, 2023
I’m procrastinating on a task I don’t want to do, so I’ll share my experience. From the age of 12-18, I lived in a small brick ranch house in a normal suburban area with my parents. Just the three of us. I need to add the standard disclaimer that my parents are sober, responsible, honest people. So much weird shit happened in that house. The previous occupants were a normal family who raised their kids there; the parents died of old age in another state. So, no deaths or tragedies occurred there.
I used to hear voices in my bedroom, but only in my bedroom, only during daylight hours, and only when home alone. It was distinctly a man and a woman having a passionate conversation, but not angry or shouting. They definitely spoke English, but I could never make out a single word. It was like my brain recognized the sex of the speakers and the language, but stopped me from understanding any of it - just always audible but frustratingly just out of my grasp. I would also hear the very distinct sound of the old, heavy sliding glass door of the walled-in porch or three season room or whatever you call it. Nothing else could make that sound, and in my bedroom, it was loud. Of course the door would be shut and locked every time I checked on it. And the garage door opening and closing. In a 1200 sq ft house that’s 50 years old, you hear that thing. Again, no one would be there.
One evening we went out to dinner, and when we got home the ceramic x-shaped faucet knobs were pulverized into powder all over the sink and vanity. Another time, my mom and I were watching tv in the basement, and we heard a loud crash. A frying pan that had been sitting next to the kitchen sink to dry was on the floor across the room.
When I was an older teenager out and about, my parents would hear me come inside and say hi, only to realize that I wasn’t home yet. We got our first pc when I was a senior in high school, and it lived in the basement. One night sitting at the computer, I felt a distinct puff of air, like someone blowing out a candle behind my left ear. I freaked out and bolted upstairs.
The rest of the story I found out years later. My parents each, unbeknownst to each other had been seeing a child in a mirror or window reflection behind them for a fraction of a second, then it would dart away. My mom actually got rid of a decorative hallway mirror for this reason without telling anyone why. Again, my parents are super normal and healthy people, this is the only strange thing they’ve ever experienced or discussed. One night, years after this started, my mom decided to say something to my dad, and they had one of those “holy shit, you’ve seen it too” conversations. They compared notes, and they both said it was a blonde child in a white top and dark pants or skirt.
Nothing creepy has happened in that house since around the time I went to college. They still live there. Any paranormal/spiritual kiwis out there, what would you say?
I used to hear voices in my bedroom, but only in my bedroom, only during daylight hours, and only when home alone. It was distinctly a man and a woman having a passionate conversation, but not angry or shouting. They definitely spoke English, but I could never make out a single word. It was like my brain recognized the sex of the speakers and the language, but stopped me from understanding any of it - just always audible but frustratingly just out of my grasp. I would also hear the very distinct sound of the old, heavy sliding glass door of the walled-in porch or three season room or whatever you call it. Nothing else could make that sound, and in my bedroom, it was loud. Of course the door would be shut and locked every time I checked on it. And the garage door opening and closing. In a 1200 sq ft house that’s 50 years old, you hear that thing. Again, no one would be there.
One evening we went out to dinner, and when we got home the ceramic x-shaped faucet knobs were pulverized into powder all over the sink and vanity. Another time, my mom and I were watching tv in the basement, and we heard a loud crash. A frying pan that had been sitting next to the kitchen sink to dry was on the floor across the room.
When I was an older teenager out and about, my parents would hear me come inside and say hi, only to realize that I wasn’t home yet. We got our first pc when I was a senior in high school, and it lived in the basement. One night sitting at the computer, I felt a distinct puff of air, like someone blowing out a candle behind my left ear. I freaked out and bolted upstairs.
The rest of the story I found out years later. My parents each, unbeknownst to each other had been seeing a child in a mirror or window reflection behind them for a fraction of a second, then it would dart away. My mom actually got rid of a decorative hallway mirror for this reason without telling anyone why. Again, my parents are super normal and healthy people, this is the only strange thing they’ve ever experienced or discussed. One night, years after this started, my mom decided to say something to my dad, and they had one of those “holy shit, you’ve seen it too” conversations. They compared notes, and they both said it was a blonde child in a white top and dark pants or skirt.
Nothing creepy has happened in that house since around the time I went to college. They still live there. Any paranormal/spiritual kiwis out there, what would you say?
