I live in Redding California. Its 2 hours north of Sacramento. I have moved into a house here over 2 years ago. From day one I knew there was something different living in the house also.
The first Thing that happened, I had just pulled the moving truck into the yard, and from the drive way you can see the whole east side of the house. I had just shut the truck off and I noticed a dog jump through a bedroom window, land on the ground and come running to toward the front of the moving truck. It was about 3 feet infont of the truck when it leaped into the air coming towards the windshild. I was freaking out thinking I was in the movie Cujo. The dog got a foot from the windshild and Vanished. I sat there for a few moments not knowing what I had just seen. At the time I did not believe in ghosts and I didn't really have it in my head that I had just seen one. I got out of the truck and walked over the the window I had seen the dog jump thru and the window was perfectly intacted. Not even a streak.
The first month living in that house was very hard. Being just myself and my
13 year old son, we didn't know really what to think. Things were moving by its self. After we got settled in, Apon buying the house, we were told that the attic needed to be cleaned out because there were things in there that belonged to the previous owners who sold the house 15 years before. I was cleaning out the attic. It was mostly kids toys and a few boxes of photo albums. I put everything in the back shed. I then returned to the attic and made sure everything was moved and it was empty and cleaned. I think it was two nights later I was awoken my the sound of foot steps and the sound of a little cry. My first thought was my son was sleepwalking and maybe ran into somthing that might have caused him to cry. I checked on him and he was in his bed sound asleep. The next morning I decided to put the boxes we hadn't unpacked and would not need up in the attic. When I got up there I dropped the boxes because what I had just cleaned the day before looked like it was not cleaned in 50 years. Inches of dust. Apon looking over everything, part of the floor that is above my badroom, there was what looked to be like the imprint in the dust of someone sitting down and a small hand print. I asked my son if he had been in the attic in the past two days and he said he's never been up there.
In the past two years of living in this house, My mind has changed from not believing in ghosts, but actually living with them. From things floating in thin air from the kitchen into our living room. hearing laughing and footsteps. and then what I call my second siting of a ghost.
From my living room you can see thru the kitchen into the laundry area and the back door. During the summers, it gets very well warm and we open both the front and back door. But they will not stay open. Two minutes of leaving a door open, you can see it shut, the chain go onto the door and the deatbolt turn to the locking position. One evening I was sitting in front of the TV and looked at the back door when I had seen that dog again, standing there as if it wanted out. I stood up and then the door opened and the dog, it didn't go out side it just vanished. And then the door was closed and locked.
In the past 7 weeks my grandmother learned that she had cancer again and had passed away last monday. The day she learned her cancer was back, was the same time I started to see a ghostly image of a little boy. At first it was just a quick site and it would vanish. Within the past two weeks, I've seen this boy's ghostly image for a longer period of time. Its mostly around the time I go to bed, I get up from the couch and turning down the hall way, I can see the boy walking infront of me, getting to the other end of the hallway and then vanishing. The day my grandma passed away, that evening I was sitting at home telling my son what has happened to his granny, when his eyes got as big as a baseball and when I looked over my shoulder, 2 feet from me was this boy. It looked as if he wanted to say something but then maybe 15 seconds later it had vanished.
Two days ago I wanted to find out anything I could about my house and its past, so I went door to door asking my neighbors but my house was the first one built in that area and the houses that were built after, no one really knows anything because they had also just moved to the neighbor hood 3 years before me.
So I had gone to the public library, being my sons idea. We looked though city records and about 4 hours into our seach, we found a newspaper slide of a little boy the age of 11, and his dog, both back in 1962 were hit by a car and killed. I believe that this is that boy and his dog. I dont believe that my son and I are in any danger, my son does not feel he is in any danger beacuse things that happen here are not really something that would make you feel or sence that your in danger. I dont know much of why ghosts stay back or anything of that sort. But it is puzzling me that maybe there is something I can do to communicate with this boy. does anyone know if there is something that I should do or should I just let things be as they are. I'm goign to leave my email address which is kbkdx@hotmail.com.