Anna's Room

From: Nikki pyle (nikip@yahoo.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: PA- my childhood home
Source: Form Submission

when I was eight years old, we moved into the house. It was a nice three bedroom townhouse. My room was actually an addition. It was used by the lady that lived there before us as a sewing room.

Now, I've always been sensitive to presences, it runs from generation to genereation in the females in our family. I didn't know anything about Anna, or it being her sewing room until later. My moter told me, and I still have no clue as to how she knew it.

Anyways, from day one, I had wierd feelings in this house. I would be upstairs, and just go into a trance, or the lights would go off, or doors would slam on their own.

I remember the first time that the door slammed shut on me. I was in my room reading, and my brothers were in the next room horseing around on thier bed. It just slammed shut. My older brother yelled at me for slamming the door, and to please open it, he had to go to the bathroom. I was nowhere near the door ( in order for my brothers to go to the bathroom, they went through my room... all of the rooms upstairs connected, making a full circle from the steps, to the steps.) and neithewere my brothers at the time. I heard my brother try to open the door, and he yelled at me to open it. it wouldn't budge. Finally, he went through my mom's room went to the bathroom, and then, as he was coming through to my room, the door creaked open.

There were times when the lights would shut off, and I a could actually watch the switch move. Sometimes, the radio in my room would turn on full blast for no reason. For a while i took to sleeping in my closet with a night light in my room,until I woke up one night with no night light, and some form standing over me. I tried to tell my mom, but unfortunately, in addition to being sensitive, I was also imaginative, and she did not believe my stories. it wasn't always disturbing.

one time, hwen i was ten, i fell asleep cleaning my room on top of a stack of unfolded socks. I woke up to the socks folded and put away, and the room cleaned. I went down to thank my mom, and she said " I see you finished cleaning your room". I told her that I didn't and she went upstairs to see a clean room, and just gave me a wierd look, and went back downstairs.

my mom & stepdad fought a lot, and before a fight, there would be a shadow in my room. the bigger the fight,the bigger and darker the shadow. It was like a warning, to prepare me for it, as my brother and I were a lot of times the target of his anger (My stepfather was abusive towards us, as well as his own son, my youngest brother). The biggest shadow came right before my mom left him the last time, right before he broke my nose. Even though the shadow was spooky, it kind of prepared me for what was to come.

there was also a guy named charlie in the house. He smoked cigars in the basement, and walked up and down the stairs at odd hours of the day. We left the house when I was seventeen, but sometimes i still go past the place, and wonder if the new people living there ever see any of the things that I saw.

My mom finally admits that the house was haunted. she just didn't want me to get all worked up over it. I'm now married with a son and stepdaughter. I don't think my house is haunted, but I won't hesitate to believe my children if they tell me that there is a ghost hanging out in their room.