“The house I grew up in was very strange. My friends did not like to spend the night and said that they had weird dreams there. At night it often sounded like someone was moving furniture around in the living room. My mom and I would randomly smell cigar smoke when no one in my house smoked. We would catch movement out of the side of our eyes and nothing was there. Our dogs would suddenly leap up and follow something with their eyes, or would start wagging their tails for not apparent reason.
I once had a dream about a man wearing a red plaid shirt with black hair and a mustache leaning on the fence in the backyard. It was so striking that it just stuck with me for about a week before I mentioned it to my mom and she had experienced a dream about the man in the past. We think that might explain the cigar smell.
I was once home by myself and washing dishes when I heard the wood floor creaking behind me like someone was walking on it. I spun around, no one was there. I went back to washing dishes and there were a few creaks closer. I turned around and asked whatever it was to stop. It did.
The most unexplainable thing happened one night when I woke up to a scratching and rustling noise in my room. I thought that someone had broken into the house and was in my room, so I laid still for about ten minutes as the noise continued. Then music from the music box on my shelf started playing. I flipped over in bed and no one was there, my bedroom door was closed, and my dog was standing at the other side of the room staring at the bookcase where my music box was. I got out of bed and saw that the drawer had been pulled out, hence the slow scraping noise, and that it had finally be pulled out enough to trigger the music. It was on a flat surface so it couldn't have slowly slipped and it was too high for my dog to reach even if he had the capability of being able to bother it.
My mom said that the people my parents bought the house from was a widowed father with a young daughter. His wife had died from cancer in a home hospice in the house. She said that when I was a baby she would hear me laughing and babbling when I was alone in my crib, and when she would look in the nursery I would be looking up at something. For some reason she felt like it was connected to the woman.”