It all started when I was 9 years old. We lived in a split level house in Mission BC. We were having a garage sale that day. I will never forget because it was so hot outside even being in the shade was almost 30 degrees... I had mentioned to my Mom that I wasn't feeling all that well so I was going to lay down. Just as I was about to enter the front door a huge gust of wind came up and pulled 3 railroad ties out of the ground. If you know what I'm talking about then cool, if you don't well they are about 3 ft in length and about the thickness of the head of any regular hammer. I remember going into the house climbing the stairs and laying down in my bed. My window was partially open to let in any breeze that may come up. From then I only know what was told to me by my Mom.
Now know this, there was no alternate way for me to get out of the house because the basement door went right into the garage sale, as did the front door. The patio door was locked from the outside in so I couldn't have gotten away that way. She said from the time I went in to lie down and the time I returned was about 6 hrs. She said that the police were called and the neighborhood watch was involved and so were the firefighters. When I came out of my room after the whole house was searched, it looked like I had just woken up from a very restful sleep. I was nowhere to be found prior to that. Everyone was so upset and nervous that I got frightened. As a small child you can imagine what it would've been like. After that experience I was terrified of my bedroom and any window that didn't have blinds on it. I wouldn't go outside after dark unless I was with someone. I would not look into the night sky because something was in the back of my head saying you should be afraid of this. I still to this day have issues looking through big open windows and looking into the bright sky. I have no idea what happened to me that night, nor do I wish to know. All I do know is that I was plagued with nightmares of fire, of falling, strange shapes, strange noises and feelings of pain and uncomfortable scenarios.
The next story also happened while I was living in Mission. A different area though, close to the Mission Secondary School. I was 11 years old and very sensitive. Everything bothered me. My brother and I were in the house by ourselves, our mom was working, Both my brother and I had friends sleeping over that night. My girlfriend and I were hanging out on my bed, telling ghost stories, when the bed levitated off the floor, and then slammed into the ground. Then we heard a board fall between my room and my brothers room....although there is no space in that wall. Then we heard knocking on the front and back doors. We went to go look, but no one was there. This was the first of many experiences I was to have in this house. Note: That girlfriend that was over...one time at her house, I was called "stupid" by something.
My next experience in that house was when I was in Grade 9. Grandma was going to be meeting us at the front door of our house after school, and look after us for a bit. Once we arrived home from school, Grandma let us in, then said she had to go take care of some errands and that we had to fend for ourselves for a bit. My brother (who is 18 months older than I am) decided to skip out on his homework and chores and went out to a friends house. I was all alone in the house... I went into the kitchen to get a snack. I faintly heard my name being called down the hallway. I went to investigate, but saw nothing. I went back to the kitchen, continued making my snack. Then I heard it again, although this time it sounded like it was coming from the den. And then it started coming from all over the place, all around me. "Katherine, Katherine.....". Scared the crap out of me. I left the house and went to my friends place until I knew my Grandma or my mom would be back at the house.
That same night, while laying in bed, I had my hair pulled, I was scratched and I watched my mirror break and my wall paper rip from the top of the wall all the way to the bottom. I got up and tried to leave the room, but the doorknob would not move. I could not get out of the room.
After that, things quieted down for awhile. I started going to church with one of my friends. I am not a hypocrite or anything, but I do believe in God and I do believe in the devil and I know he believes in me. I am not sure what all is attracted to me or why, but it is both interesting and terrifying.
I have since moved to Fort St. John. We had lived in a townhouse complex where I would hear foot steps and banging. Then I got married and baptized and things subsided for a long time.
It wasn't until I was pregnant with my first son that things started up again. We moved to another area just outside Fort St. John. We bought a trailer and started our lives as a family. Just before my son's baptism at 3 months of age, I was in the living room with him in his rocking chair. It was 3am and as I looked down the hallway where my husband was sleeping, I saw this cloudy dark mass move up the hallway. It was about a quarter way up the wall. As I watched, it seemed to grow in mass. It looked like it was coming for my son, so I reached over, grabbed him from his chair and held him to my chest and said "my Jesus". It instantly disappeared.
After that, a couple years passed and we found our current house. While pregnant with my second son, I experienced what was to be the most scary bit of my life so far. The first couple nights were nothing but interesting. We had metal shelves in the basement, but had nothing else down there just yet. Everything was unfinished, even our cats were not allowed down there due to the dry wall dust and tools laying around everywhere. Well one night, all the shelves down there decided to fall down at the same time.
Second thing that happened was about 6 weeks later. My son was asleep in his crib and it was the night before Halloween. I was peering out the front window in our living room to watch for teenagers would might be up to trouble because it was halloween. I noticed a cold spot behind me but didn't think anything of it at the time. Then I heard a sigh in my ear. Definitely a male sounding sigh. I freaked out and went into our bedroom, which had a dead lock on the door. Feeling a bit safer, I went to sleep only to wake up to hear the dead bolt open itself. Then I noticed I couldn't move my legs, someone was sitting on them. Then I felt a sensation of fear and anger come over me as a pair of hands covered my throat. I sat up and did the only thing I could think of, I screamed. I woke up my husband with the commotion. I ran out of the room and grabbed my son who was also crying, and we packed up and went to Grandparents house. I swore I would not sleep there again until I had the pastor bless the house.
My children sometimes come to me and say there is something in the basement of the house, but nothing has really happened since that Halloween in 2008.
The only thing that has been constant is that neither of my boys will sleep in the front bedroom of our house. They both have severe nightmares every night when they try and sleep there. I have since moved into that bedroom and am waiting to see if anything will happen to me.