Inside The Walls of My Home

Most people don't believe in the paranormal. Most people don't believe that spirits live among us. But, some people do and some people have the ability to hear, sense, and sometimes see them. I am one of those people. I have my own paranormal experiences and, through my experience, I have found that some of them aren't scary. Some of them just want to be heard.

It was a rainy night and my little brother was sleeping soundly in his crib. My mother and I were in her room. The white baby monitor was sitting her black, iron night stand and all that could be heard was static. Then, all of a sudden, a woman's voice is heard. Her voice was graceful, almost tearful, as she talks in a voice so low; it was just above a whisper. She was singing a lullaby that was hard to make out the words. My mother and I went into my brother's room and found nothing. A small teddy bear lamp was on that matched the mobile and pictures that hung in the white walled room. The only thing we could find was a chill that hovered in the room for just a minute before it was warm again in the room.

Mind you I was only seven-years-old when that happened so I was skeptical about it but my mother and I instantly knew who it was. We had a dream about this woman and it felt like we have known her all our live. Her name is Elizabeth. She was married to a man that was easily angered. She had gotten pregnant and her husband thought she had cheated on him. He took the baby out to the woods and beat the baby off a fallen tree. She was heartbroken and, to this day, stays in my brother's room as if he was the baby her husband had killed. Her husband was in the house but he wasn't a gentle spirit. He was a very angry spirit that stayed in our hallway. It became so bad that it was hard to go in their sometimes. So my mother and her older sister banished him. To this day, I haven't felt his presence. The only time Elizabeth is frightful is when my brother isn't home. When he sleeps over his friend's house, she is unhappy he isn't home. She screams, pounds on the walls, jumps on the stairs, and runs through the hallway. I will admit I don't like sleeping here when he isn't here.

I know people say that their house is haunted but I will admit my house is haunted. My father's desk chair will move and creak when no one but me is home. I have heard people run around the house. But, the creepy thing is, a few weeks ago I saw a black figure standing in my black TV in my room. This figure is friendly, I feel that, but I have heard his voice speak to me through my stereo. I was scared, my hairs on my arms standing on end and Goosebumps were all over my body but I tried to communicate with him but he never answered back. It wasn't the first time he has been in there. He has moved key chains hanging on my bed and has even touched me. There is always a cold breeze blowing through my room at night that always happens at a specific time and it is there for only a brief minute.