Date: Fri, 4 Dec 1998 14:56:38 -0800 (PST)
story I have been able to "sense", if you will, ghosts. I have only noticed this ability in the last ten years, or so, (I am 25 now) maybe because my mom was so interested in them. But anyway, if you want to know more about my mother, and her house, look for my other posting...it will be on here soon.
This story is about a babysitting job I had when I was about 18. My dad played softball in our town, with the same guys for years. All of us kids would hang out together, and when we got older, we would babysit for the younger kids. One man my father was on the team with, did a lot of traveling and liked to take his wife with him when he could. His children, he has three, were too young to travel and too young for he and his wife to enjoy the vacation. They had asked me to babysit one other time, when they went to Hawii for a week, and I had stayed with the children and we enjoyed the time we spent together. So, when another trip came up, (they went to London this time), they asked me to stay with the kids again. I agreed....there was three of them...but the pay was good and they were pretty well behaved. By the way, I was staying in their house with the kids...so it was a seven day/six night job.
The family had just moved into a new house for them. The previous owners were doctors, and had only moved a short while ago. I was informed of this because they were still getting mail from the other family. I was to put this in a pile and they would forward it later.
It was a four bedroom house with a finished basement and attached garage. It was very plush and very nice. Unfortunately, they did not have enough time to unpack before they left, so the majority of their things were in boxes thruout the house. They had a huge dog, very cowardly, but looked good to anyone who knocked on the door. The dog was an ox though, and I was told to put it in the basement or in the garage when I wasn't going to be home.
The first night I was in the house, it seemed very creepy and very unsettling. I passed this off to the fact that I was not familiar with the house and the sounds. The dog accompanied me to bed and slept and the side of my bed on the floor. He would sit straight up and look toward the door about every 30 minutes or so. He growled once or twice, but never made a movement to the door. I thought maybe one of the children had gotten out of bed to go potty or something, but every time I got up to check, the kids were sound to sleep in their own beds. I didn't sleep very well that night.
The next morning I woke up to the noise of a child playing. I got up and got dressed and went to the playroom. None of the children were in there. I checked them all in their rooms, and they were all sleeping. I passed it off to a dream and proceeded to get the kids up for school. I asked the eldest child how she liked her new house later that day. She told me she thought it was ok, but it was creepy and made a lot of noise. She also told me her mom and said it was the house settling and she would get used to it.
The rest of the week was uneventful..except for the dog never wanting to go in the basement when we were not going to be home...he would bark and growl and run away...so we put him in the garage whenever we left. So everything was going ok...still creepy, but ok...until the day before their parents came home....
That day I cleaned the floors (they had thick ceramic tile floors, with a sliding glass door leading outside to the back porch), since they were kids and this was a snowy state that was starting to thaw, they had muddy footprints leading in and out. After I cleaned the floors, I told each child to come in the front doors only and to take their shoes off at the door. Then I took the oldest two to school. The youngest went to afternoon kindergarten, so was still at home with me until about 11:30.
At about 11:00 I told the youngest,who was in the basement playing, to go get ready for school,(those of you have children understand this....those of you who don't yet..you will), he told me he was going to his room, upstairs, to get his backpack and shoes. I told him that was a good idea. I went about cleaning up the kitchen, which was directly off of the stairway to the basement, when I heard a child laugh and kind of let out an excited little scream from downstairs. Now I was a little annoyed, I had just told him to get ready for school. So I said loudly, "Johnny, I thought I told you to get ready for school!" Johnny looked over the bannester from UPSTAIRS, and said, "Kristine, I am getting ready for school." I got the shivers and then I got the kid and took him out of the house and dropped him off at school.
By the end of the day, I convinced myself I had heard Johnny thru the vents of the house, and that it only SOUNDED like the laugh had come from downstairs. So I gathered my wits and gathered the kids from school and took them home. After all, their parents would be home the next day. But, when we got home their were perfect little footprints at the patio door, on the ceramic tile, coming in to the kitchen, turning around to shut the door, and walking to the basement, fading as they went. I asked everyone of those three children if they had come in thru that door, they all told me "no, 'cuz you told us not to!" I then compared all of their shoes to those prints......the prints were much smaller than any of their feet. By about 1 1/2 inches. I didn't sleep that night...I just waited for the parents to return...which they did and I did not!!
I went home and told my mom about this. You have to understand we live in a pretty small town. My mom asked if I remembered the name of the previous doctors who lived there. I did and told her the name....she then told me, she knew who they were and they recently had a toddler that died....
That's all for now...feel free to email me....I have lots of other stories, but they will have to wait for later..