[deackatera]

When I was a little girl, about 2 or 3, my mother my sister, who was 2 years older than I, and my mothers boyfriend were all sitting in the living room of a house that was beside a small church with a graveyard. It was after midnight and we were watching David Letterman on the little black and white tv. We were watching it because that is the only show that was on tv at that time. I remember my mom hated David Letterman but I loved watching him. I thought he was funny. At 2 years old I thought he was funny lol. Anyways I turned toward a window that was directly across from me. Still not sure why I did..and there was this thing there in the window, seemed to be staring right at me. I remember being afraid but frozen. I had no Idea why. It was glowing bright orange. I remember the eyes were glowing and could see right through me (it felt). I remember it was short because the window was low and it was only about half way up. I also remember it reminded me of a fireman's hat or a fire hydrant the way it was shaped. (strange I know) I was finally able to move and I turned my head towards the tv and never mentioned it to anybody. I was too scared to. Sometime after that, not sure how old I was...I was laying on my mom's bed and something grabbed my hand and gave it a gentle tug. It felt like an adult hand.
We moved and the house we moved into I believe had a portal. The one bedroom had a ladder inside a closet that led to the attic. My sister and I always knew we should never go up there. You never felt like you were alone in the house. My sister couldn't go to the bathroom by herself until she moved out at 18. The hand pulling thing happened in that house a couple of times, but only on my mother's bed. (the same bed as before). It was an old used bed.
One night I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and immediately froze. I couldn't move anything. The toilet began to shake violently for what seemed like forever..I think actually about a minute. I tried to scream but I couldn't. Nothing would come out. Just then it quit. I went back to bed and didn't say a thing to anybody. I was about 10 at that time.
A couple of times when I was alone in the bathroom during the day I would hear someone breathing on my neck and feel my hair stand up.
When I was around 9 or 10 I was digging in the back yard and I found a bayonette. (knife that goes on the end of a gun) it was all rusted and broken but it still had the handle on it. My aunt wanted it so I gave it to her and she took it home. I found out later it may have belonged to a silver war gun. Oh that reminds me. One night I was about 12 or so I was just getting into bed and heard what sounded like marching. It was so loud and strong I thought everybody heard it. It pounded in my ears for about 30 seconds then it stopped. It sounded like a whole bunch of soldiers marching. Nobody else heard it.