Crying Voice
I would really liketo share this story with you. My family, for generations, havebeen raised with the belief in the paranormal. Family membershave had numerous experiences. Anyway, here is the beginning ofmine. These experiences occurred in our family home, which by theway, was a model home prior to my parent's purchasing.
I am the youngest of 4 children. My mother had 2 miscarriagesbetween the middle children (twins) and myself. When I was approx.4 months old, my mother would constantly hear a baby crying. Shewould come in and check on the smaller children but none of uswere crying. This continued for a few months. My mother thoughtshe was going insane because she had 3 infants and that was herentire life. Until, finally, my father, very emphatically, askedher, "For God Sakes Dona, can't you hear that baby crying?".
By this time the crying was no longer focused in a single room.It could be heard throughout the entire house. She was bothrelieved (that she wasn't going insane) and alarmed (thatsomething strange was happening). She contacted a medium, and sheexplained that it was either a lost sole attracted by the smallchildren, or one of the children she had lost. My mother wasinstructed to perform a ritual to set the spirit free, which shedid so faithfully for several weeks. Soon the crying stopped.Several years later, my youngest brother acquired an imaginaryfriend named Charlie. We would all make fun of him until westarted experiencing Charlie's presence ourselves. Doors wouldopen and shut on their own, strong smells of Violets, temperaturechanges in specific rooms, clattering, walking, whispering,flashes of light, objects disappearing in the house, the dogbarking at corners of rooms, fires blaring from cinders, lightscoming on and off... Neighbors experienced some of these thingsalso. My sister claims she was being suffocated by a man in ablack cloak and top hat.
A few weeks later, he appeared in my room but only stood thereuntil I screamed. Regardless, my parents sold the house andeverything in it with the exception of the dishes and a spinningwheel chair which was a family heirloom that my brother asked tokeep. (that is a story for another time). During our move, wefound a marriage certificate from the late 1800s in the attic.Even my grandmothers had no recollection of anyone by that namebeing associated with our family. My parent's no longer have anyexperiences in their new home. I, however, continue to live withvery minor experiences - at least for now.