I am a firm believer in ghosts. and aliens, but thats another matter. Ive never lived in a UFO but I have lived in a haunted house. It was when I lived in hawaii and I was stationed at hickam air force base. Our house was a larger house out in a secluded part of the base where you needed three or more children to live. This subdivision was made up of old army houses that were moved to the location post-battle of pearl harbor. It just so happens the houses were put on land that had dead people galore in it since we lived right on pearl harbor. I could throw a baseball and hit it from my back door and if anyone had ever been out there you would know that hickam had adjoining fences with pearl harbor. We had a hawaiian burial ground just down the street from our house for some remains they found while digging up a trench for some new pipes. But thats besides the point. We had ghosts in the house.
It all started out innocently with lights turning off, the first time it happened just so happened to be the first time I had done homework all year as a seventh grader(it was the beginning of the second semester). For that reason I thought my brother was giving me ---- and #$%@ing with the lights. As soon as the light went off I went and found him in the TV room and immidiately confronted him. He was like, I didnt touch the circuit breaker box, why dont you go check your light switch. I did, and it was turned to the off position. Other lights would turn off randomly, particularly one that was touch sensitive. When ever I would go out back to smoke a cigarette I could put my ear up to the door to listen and I would hear murmurs just barely audible so you couldnt hear what they were saying but you could still hear something being said. My mom heard those also and would complain to us children about them. On those instances where I would hear the murmurs I would come in and just start cussing. Ghosts dont like cussing. On another instance we were all in our rooms and a door on the other side of the house slammed wickedly hard shaking the whole house. Minutes later my mom came in and asked did you just slam the back door? I told her no and that I thought she did it. She replied It must have been the ghosts and walked off. What encouraging words to hear just before you go to sleep. That was another problem, since my parents were nazi's about the stupid things I could only use the bathroom on the other side (ghost infested side) of the house. ever. no matter what time. so I pee'd out my window if it was late. only thing I regret about that is having a full window screen that you have to piss thru. I eventually made a hole because the splattering was getting out of hand, if only I had thought of that sooner. Lastly I will share the two worst experiences, one happened to me. I was in the ghost infested part of the house one night doing my laundry, I was waiting for the water to collect so I could dillute the detergent before I put my clothes in and all of a sudden I heard foot steps in the kitchen. They were slow but steady and I thought nothing of it. Then they started picking up their pace, faster and faster. There were two cats in the back area with me and they were freaking out since they didnt know where these foot steps were coming from. I just hid in the bathroom after the cats started really freaking out. I came out about a minute later, shoved my wash in the machine and went immidiately to my parents room to ask them if either of them had been on the other side of the house, I had a strange suspicion that my step dad was just screwing with my head but both of them had been on the other side of the house, no where near me. I fell asleep at the foot of their bed that night, because I was a big wuss when I was 12. Another incident was when my step dad was out one night reading the bible at 2am and he heard foot steps coming from the ghost infested part of the house. They came closer and closer untill he heard them walk right by and out the front window where the curtains fluttered on cue. Thus concludes my rant, my mother had the house blessed by a priest after I was kicked out to live with my father and she claims she never had another incident there after. But that house wasnt the only house on the street and pretty much all of them were haunted. Some by little girls in white dresses (which every member of the house had seen), others by little kids playing ring around the rosie in a vacant room only to stop when you open the door. I was almost glad when I didnt live in HI anymore.
