Imagine living in a household where paranormal activity is the normal way of life. This is the type of home I grew up in. It was rare for a week to go by without something happening. If it was a paranormal experience one or more of the family experienced it. UFO sightings and Bigfoot encounters were also common place.
I had crystal clear close up pictures that a friend of mine had given to me of a metallic UFO and I threw them out. UFOs were so common place the pictures had no value to me.
As soon as I learned to read I studied every book on the paranormal, UFOs, and Bigfoot that I could find. I had one of the best paranormal and UFO libraries imaginable by the time I was thirty.
I grew up in terror of the creatures that came at nite. I also grew up with a deep intent to never give in to them. I might be scared of them but it did not mean I was going to give an inch. Even as a child I knew I did not dare give in. I knew it would cause something horrid and I was not going to let it happen. I did not know what would happen if I gave in but I knew I was never going to find out.
A hooded figure was constantly seen for years by my mother, my two brothers, my father and me. It was always around. My mom when she was in her 40s woke up one nite to find it leaning over her. It tapped her on the shoulder one night as she was doing dishes. When I was twelve I woke up one nite to find it sitting on a chair watching us sleep.
One night camping in the yard my brothers when they were about ten watched UFOs fly around for a long time. There are over a hundred sightings among the entire family.
Doors and cabinet doors would slam open and close by themselves. Books would open and turn pages by themselves. Little black balls would scurry around on the floor around the house.
While the new house was being built my dad lived in a one room cabin he had built. At night he would see a black shadow man walk into the cabin and walk around on most nights. My dad hid under the covers whenever the black shadow man came in.
When one of my brothers was about 14 he slept in the same unfinished cabin next to the main house.. The linoleum had just been laid down without any glue so it had rolls in it that squished down when walked on. The porch had not been nailed down. It was made of two by sixes and moved when it was walked on.
One summer night he heard what he thought was one of the rest of the family walking around in the yard. He heard someone making the two by sixes of the porch floor move around as someone walked on them. He had his light on and sat up in bed expecting one of us to open the door which is about seven feet from his bed and walk in. Instead he saw foot prints push down the linoleum as something invisible walked through the door and started walking towards his bed. Whatever it was picked one of his socks up off the floor and very slowly carried it chest high towards him.
Before it reached his bed he had his twenty two pistol out and loaded. He pointed it at the invisible being holding the sock in the air. It dropped the sock at the sight of the gun pointed at it and he watched the foot prints of some invisible being run across the room and out through the wall towards the yard it had came from.
He was as white as this sheet of paper when he came in with his gun in his hand immediately afterwards to tell us. My father, both brothers and I went outdoors to look all over the property and adjoining property for anyone or anything to explain what he had seen. We then went inside the cabin to look where he had seen the sock being carried by an invisible something. We each watched our own and each other’s feet as we took steps to see how the linoleum sank down and raised back up as we moved our feet. We then looked where my brother had seen it run through the wall. We all saw was a solid black ash type substance in the shape of a person on the wall where it had run out. The black form was there for months.
When the same brother was about sixteen he worked in the hop yards at night changing irrigation pipes. The hop yard was built on a Native American burial ground and he constantly saw the Native American spirits walking around while he worked.
Coming home on a very bright moonlit night on his bicycle from the hop yards on Lower River Road next to the Rogue River he almost ran into a Bigfoot walking on the same side of the road as he came over a small hill in the road. He had to swerve to miss it. As he swerved around it he started pedaling as fast as he could in case it decided to chase him.
In the house built next to the unfinished cabin when my dad was home alone one night he had a fight in his bed with a being that looked like a gray. It was trying to pin him down and he was fighting for all he was worth. After a while he refused to talk about it. It was just too scary for him to think about.
When I was twenty one we lived in a very lovely two story stone house in Wenatchee Washington. Every night we could hear things walking around. One night a woman cried in the room between my mom’s room and mine. My mom thought it was me and I thought it was her. She asked me why I was crying and I said it was not me and I had thought it was her crying. We both got out of bed and turned the lights on. There was no one in the room between us. The only way in or out required passing by my mom or me so no one had come in or left.
One nite I was fed up with the constant harassment. I was upstairs of the house standing on top of the landing I yelled down the stairs calling the thing making all the noise down stairs every cuss word I could think of. I heard something walk rapidly over to the stairs and saw it as it walked onto the lower landing and stand in the light that lit the staircase. It looked up at me with its red glowing eyes. It was the same hairy creature I had seen when I was little. It was furious that I had dared to call it names. It was the same hatred and fury at me as when I saw it the first time when I was a little girl.
I stood frozen there for a while looking down at it. I slowly backed away from the top of the landing to the door of the bathroom where my mom was. I very shakily told her what I had seen and we both cautiously went to look down the stairs but there was nothing there.
Just after my son was born 29 years ago I was home alone with my son and as usual had all the lights on in the house. It was a sixty foot trailer with two bedrooms. One nite I felt something stronger than usual in the trailer. I walked to the beginning of the hall way and looked down it into the back bedroom. I saw a black orb float across the back bedroom doorway. I walked back there to have a look around. On the floor of the back bedroom created by the shadow of some clothes was the perfect detailed head of the devil. I moved the clothes and thought that is the end of that.
I walk towards the front room and in the second bedroom I see the exact same face of the devil again made again from the shadow of more clothes. I moved the clothes to change the shadow. By now I am thoroughly shook up.
I walk a bit further towards the front room and this time there is a perfect head of a bear snarling made up from the shadow of another pile of clothes.
I go and sit uncomfortably in the kitchen watching the doorway to the bedrooms. As I watch a completely solid human sized bird’s lower legs and feet slowly walk out of the bedroom doorway and walk towards me across the living room. I grabbed my son and ran. I never went into the trailer after dark after that. I moved into my travel trailer. Nothing ever came into the travel trailer. Something would open the door occasionally but nothing ever came in.
Same property where I had seen the bird’s feet the guy I was married to at the time and I went out for a walk in the woods late one bright moonlit nite. We heard something in the woods so we decided to head back to the trailer as there are cougars that live in the woods.
One night when I was alone I heard what I thought was a tom cat caterwauling after our cat. I did not know it was a cougar right outside my door in the tall bushes. I went on the porch and yelled for the cat to shut up. It immediately started to growl and shake the bushes. I knew then it was not a tom cat. I very slowly backed into the house and put the dresser in front of the door. We saw the tracks of a very large cougar the next morning.
As we were walking along the path on our property through the meadow surrounded by the woods there was a cloud about twenty feet long and ten feet high hovering about fifty feet from us in the meadow by the old leaning pine tree. As we walked past the hovering cloud talking about how strange the cloud looks in the moonlight it starts to move slowly across the meadow towards us. We stand there watching if for a couple of minutes when it dawns on us there is no wind. It looks almost solid and this is not a normal cloud. My ex husband who is scared out of his wits turns and runs down the path to the house running as fast as he can leaving me there by myself in the meadow watching him run away. So much for manly valor! He did not even look back once. I had wanted to stay and explore the cloud but decided I did not want to explore it by myself so I ran after my ex who was far ahead of me. The faster we ran the faster the cloud chased us but we were faster than the cloud. Fortunately I was not scared and I was a good runner.
I have not been scared of anything paranormal for years now. I am very well versed in how to deal with any paranormal activity. I definitely have no fear or awe of UFOs. I do not like them and it is mutual.
These are just a few of my family’s experiences. If I wrote all of the experiences down in one article it would end up a book. They never had one positive paranormal experience. I only had negative paranormal experiences when I was around any of them.
